Affection

In a white living room I was surrounded by rivers of affection streams red with a foreign kind of love they entangled and paired and connections were perceivable among gazes and words dressed in silver and pink I was there and yet somehow omitted as friends are sometimes when the blood-related gather I was counting the words like lazy raindrops or sheep when I fall asleep getting lost in the numbers I stopped while a few shy words stumbled out of my mouth awkwardly positioned I smiled a few times and found my space in the corner of a couch while the lilies of affection kept booming