The Encounter

The awkward moment when you realize
You have been staring at her across the bar for what seemed like hours
Her smile
They way she moves
Eyes glistening in little twilight sparkles
The faint lights meant to capture the bottles lined up along the wall
Falling into the corners of her smiling eyes
Moist lips hint at the cool libation as the glass pulls away
You notice her swirl the drink in her mouth
As she stirs the flavor across her tongue
Oh to be a Martini
That glass of Chardonnay
The subtle charcoaly undertones of good whiskey
A liquid kiss upon her perfect mouth
Her head turns
You quickly look away
You don’t want her to notice you are looking
Not yet anyway
Talking to some guy her attentions refocus
Did she notice my eyes locked on hers
Who is she talking to
A friend
A lover
A husband
You scan her hands for clues
Those beautiful long thin fingers and black painted nails
Questions race through your mind
“I have to know”
That question sticks in your mind
Peanut butter thoughts not easily washed away
Your hands drawing the glass to your lips
Very slowly
Like some cheesy scene from a movie
You peer out as you sip and look out over the glass
Pupils up in your eyebrows
Safely hidden behind your curtain of iced warmth
A sensual moment of fiction and reality
Lights warm along the shadows of her face
She has green eyes
You swirl the drink in your mouth like her
Slow moments of clarity taste like passion spreading on your tongue
She turns again
Eyes connect with questions
You do not turn
You do not flinch
The excitement of being caught fills you
A well of anxiousness or is that fear swells in your stomach
She leans in to her friend, lover, husband
Whispers in his ear strike daggers in your chest
They are together
But you cannot look away
Liquid courage or something else
You pause for a second
Tallying the evening’s drinks
Not drunk
Not blinded nor tainted
The captivation is all her
If only she were gay
If only passing glances in a bar were not expected
If only her vision was as clear as yours
She draws back from her friend, lover, husband as he walks away
What did she say
Her left hand now slowly raising the glass to her lips
No ring
The silhouette of her hand vibrates against her black leather coat
Her eyes looking up across the room at you
Your butterflies take flight
Your eye reaching out to her returning gaze
She did notice
Her glass slowly lowers exposing soft moist lips
And a smile

As She Sleeps

Blow out the candles
Dry your tears
Look up and hope there’s still one for you
Look up and hope she’ll think of you
There’s nothing you can say, nothing will do
She’ll never look your way, you’ll never see her smile
You have to lose it all, to gain everything now and then
Yet I wish I was alone than without you right this day
You’re slipping through my fingers as I look at you while you sleep
Wishing that moment would never end but all I can do is weep
Promises broken, why won’t you see my love as a token, look at my wound that’s still open
It was over before it started but please don’t let me go right this moment
Think about what you’re doing leaving me in this cold bleeding nest
They can say all they please yet they’ll never know what hides behind these gates


This is a beautiful poem written by a friend of mine. She is beautiful young woman, singer and songwriter, with so much passion and energy. I think she is much more talented than she believes herself to be. I am honored she agreed to let me post her poem. I hope too get her to write some more. To my friend. Thank you <3


The Ecstasy of Moments

That morning she came to me
Wings brilliant as the sun
Stained glass arms swimming on air
Delicate and fragile

Her touch gentle on my skin
Slowly, Gracefully she moves with my hand
Slow purposeful steady beats
Her delicate body on mine

So beautiful so warm
On the wind erratic and driven
In hand poised and inviting
Wings dancing as I breath

She flickers and turns
My thoughts focus in the moment
No sounds but mine
My pulse visible as I pause

Imagination aroused
Such small wonders tantalize
Goosebumps rise in a shiver
Her delicate presence tickling my skin

Seconds feel like minutes
As I focus on every vibration of her wings
The warmth of the moment lingers
In wings that do not feel

If only she knew
The fleeting passions she inspires
Dreams of flying on her wings
Life’s greatest art in motion

Vespers turn to gusts
My mind begging to hold on
Just stay a little longer
I close my eyes capturing the moment

I call out with one last gust, “stay”
My hand shakes
Her steady perch no more
Blown free she is captured in my thoughts