The Space Between Sips
Caught between the quiet and her presence
His heart almost stopped as he watched her walk through the door,
Her eyes shining brighter than any time before.
Unable to focus - had she figured him out?
Unwilling to imagine a world he lived without.
Numb to all feelings, as though time stood still,
Vibrant soul. Majestic smile. In that dress - she had looks to kill.
Where could this possibly go?
For, her affection was a dreaming he may never know.
She sat down at a table, seemingly worlds apart.
He stared at his coffee, the heat warming his lonely heart.
Every day he sees her, his mind drifts between her sips,
Each night he dreams of the perfection of her hips.
Will today be the day? Could tonight be different?
Will she finally look his way -
And, release him from torment?
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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Comments (1)
Your imagery of everyday moments turning into dreams is beautiful.