I lean in to you
back pressed
nearly every part
touching, but
not so close
that I can feel your heart
and despite the fact
that you're a stranger
I feel no danger
actually,
quite the opposite.
Wanting to stay
right here
and have nothing
in the way
of the two of us
but I move
you leave
as does
your warmth
and I'm left
with the taste
of what could of been
running through
my veins.
To fall in love
is a stranger to me.
Which doesn't lead
to poetry
of feelings
so mushy
they wouldn't be out of place
with some fish and chips.
I suppose
it must bring comfort
security
a feeling of warmth
a smile
paired with a steady heart beat
Never totally alone
always accepted
more often than not
happy
when loved in returned.
To fall
to be
in love
I don't know if any poetry
can express the wonder
well enough.
Believe this is the 80th blog? Bloody hell!
Forgive me
for I thought you
were someone
I knew.
No need to look away
or down at the floor
ignoring the view.
Just ignore
an ugly stranger's
glances.
A stranger kissed me
touched me there
danced with me
and stroked my hair
We moved side to side
swaying to the beat
fingers interlacing
in a way, it was sweet
Not making love
not a connection
just diving in to
physical attention.
From one stranger to another
it flashes in a gaze
just for a second
then forgotten in the next.
Looked at once
after walking in to a room
but not really seen.
It can be
Brutal
Indifferent
Perhaps a curl
of the lips
in a snarl
or a smile.
Or
just no reaction at all.
Perhaps
it's all in my head.
