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The Encounter.

Posted by Viktoria Michaelis on March 13, 2011 in Guest Writers |

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
Worse
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
Slowly
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
God!
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.

© Nikki Dreams. translucidity.com

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