across the room,
beneath the table
I see her--
slender stems folded
like skull and bones
tucked inside,
her tiny stilettos
and where my eyes wander,
the wind is swift-
to lips,
sipping wine from
a crystal glass;
without conversation
from afar--
with my silent shadow,
I drink to her fragrance
and as the evening grows long_
to brass hands of a clock,
about to strike late
I’ll become drunk,
to a world I crave
and swear-
I will greet her, tomorrow
Author notes
oh hum... talk about being shy
A contest entry
- Tea at 7:50? by J.J. Sass.
2250 points, ended February 28, 13 entries
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Nice. Thanks for entering.
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shy or not, your words are so beautiful to read. love, lane
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great write. I am shy as well
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lol shy? lol good one on this, good luck in the contest,..worthy of a good Treasure,...mm
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