Serendipitous Circumstances

I see you there,
under the dim lights
of a hotel marquee.
You look good
with a cigarette dangling
from your cynical smirk.
Immediately I want to keep you.

They see us there,
making our way through the lobby;
my heels clicking on marble.
You press the elevator button
while I stare at the ceiling,
a knowing smile on my lips.
Immediately I want to be enveloped by you.

You see me there,
vulnerable while my lip quivers;
my thoughts becoming your own.
“Stay,” you request, and I do.
You’re in my sights as I am in yours
and we know this will change us immeasurably.
Eventually you want to keep me.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.


This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.