Making A Scene

a soft playful smile

nervous energies

crowded room

smoke filling the air

deep hazel eyes

nobody else matters

a soft giggle

playful glances

no greater purpose

keep her smiling

not a care else in the world

just a happy tiny moment

so many voices

so many sounds

hanging off her every word

so focused and engaged

standing so very close

brushing her soft hair aside

whispering in her ear

the warmth of her blush

she doesn’t push away

the softness of her kiss

pink matte lipstick

pulling her closer still

so many eyes on us

making a scene

pretending not to notice

living in the moment

Smudged

Shifting uneasily in her tall bar stool

Waiting far too long

He probably isn’t coming

He never really was

Reapplying lip gloss

Drawing a crowd of eyes

So many boys who thought they were long since men

Like magnets to her carefully pursed lips

Soft pink and glistening

The only thing in the room

Busy pub televisions playing the game of the day

All those boys’ eyes on her

Her short white skirt

Sexy and yet classy

She admires herself in her compact mirror

The bartender tops up her wine

A wonderfully smudged glass

Dashed are her plans

only known to her

Still so beautiful

The center of attention

All the boys clamor

Mustering up some liquid courage

Slipping out uneventfully

Maintaining her mystery

Smiling only to herself

Loving every minute

Every second

Feeling so very wanted

best date night

so happy to be alone

Destination

Seemingly endless silence

Her eyes deep

Emerald green

An unnatural hue

Staring back into mine

She had a way

Inspecting my soul

A wry smile

Her hand reaches for mine

Playfully swatting her away

Pulling her closer

We stop only to laugh

The softest lips

Pressed firmly against my neck

Her teeth sharp

Playful bites and nibbles

Clothes hit the floor

Flying here and there

Tongues dancing

Together finally

The comfy leather sofa

We won’t make it to bed

Not for a while

Finally here

together

Lines crossed

I didn’t know it existed

Then it found me

Never thought it was real

There it was

Couldn’t possibly last

But there she slept

What a beautiful morning

It still was a dream

Even so wide awake

Quickly a nightmare

Things had changed

All that was

Existed no longer

So many happy memories

A terrible nightmare

Her beautiful sleeping face

Burned into my mind

A line once crossed

Can never go back

We could make it work

So very naïve

Or perhaps just hopeful

Years later

Barely a memory

The smell of that perfume

Not even bittersweet

Like remembering a movie

You saw on tv

Filled with commercials

Hardly paying attention

That’s all it amounts to now

Smiles forever ago

Followed by doubts and sadness

strength gained

A painful lesson learned.

Survival Smiles

We were always strangers

That afternoon we met

the evening we parted

Never ourselves

bad actors

Delusions of happiness

We never really were

Separate togethers

Strongest of wills

Not nearly enough

Brightest hues

True colours

Honest intentions

Simply not to be

Love?

So fleeting

Never there

Blinding lust

Intoxicating scents

Sex and fresh leather

That familiar perfume

Forever connected

Brief summer splash

Drops in the ocean

Whitewater of life

Eroding shores

Wasting precious time

Smiles and memories

Lesson and learning

Living to survive.