I place my thumb in her dimple and she squirms a little, unsure of how ridiculous to find me. I pluck my thumb free sideways and make a popping sound with my tongue like over inflating gum. She giggles softly with the sound of patinated velvet and I catch her eyes like emeralds set on fire, holding them as long as I dare. In the moment before the embarrassment of intimacy I push my tongue out through my lips, segueing into scrunch faced lunacy, diffusing the depth of my affections. We both laugh then, equal shares in different truths.