You are here
It’s 5:00—the blue hour:
Cocktails and dinner for two.
And here we are, repeat offenders.
With fearful curiosity
we coax ourselves upstream
against the current of our doubts and
into the eddy behind the dam
of our fears.
We talk and laugh and watch
the other strangers in the room,
and watch each other watch.
The air hums quietly blue
between us.
The evening ends;
an empty street and
soft impulsive afterthought:
your kiss goodbye.
I feel your clear gaze,
and want you then.
Neither of us sure, but something…..
No escaping it now;
Someone will get hurt.
