her eyes
fixed on you from across the room
like camera lenses recording you
for some later longer consideration
head tilted lengthening the neck
inviting a fantasy of strange lips
leaving their mark on your heart
or drawing blood to quench thirst
hand holding yours as you dance
as she walks with you to the bar
while you sit thigh to thigh talking
about nothing of real consequence
or describing a bed in the sunrise
(after an undated and untitle photo of a woman seated beneath a painted fan, by Tom Hoops)
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the choice of lower case, no punctuation, and especially having one long sentence suspends (“fixes”) the moment/feeling beautifully
Thank you, Gaby. Too short for a prose poem, didn’t look right with punctuation. When a poem wants to be cantankerous, it’s best to let it be.
such a beautiful love story…
Thank you, Linda.
that punch at the end, so full with possibility is just wonderful.
Thanks, Eric. And the reader gets to decide how possible.
I enjoyed these last year and again this thank you.
As always, thank you!