Front row
Seated
Slightly sedated
From

Exclamation points
Periods… Ending
A Series of

…Run on sentences

Waiting patiently
For him

Entering: stage left
With A
Deep breath

Words began to
Take form
Facing forward
And focusing on

Her silhouetted form…

The name of the joint

Beautiful Ones

He belted out lines like :

Her shape
Crafted by Gods
Gifted unto us
As
Unusual pleasures
Measured not by
The grays in the sky
But
The light that lies behind

:::

Those lines infiltrated
Her sense of being
Catapulting wary
Emotional wandering
To an elated state

He went on to say:

Loves like
Your eyes speaking to me
Verbally expressing
Notions of one of, lifes blessings

I

Coined concerned phrases
Caught in
Momentary lapses
“Keep the Faith Phases”

Learning to Love on a continued basis
Leaning all hope on
Heavenly faces

You Angel; are my saving grace

She, still fixated on
Her brief encounter with poetic wit
Figuring this
Is her
Sole moment to fully absorb him

Finishes her drink
And
Leaves content