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The Party

A roomful of people
  Laughter.
   Cocktails.
       Backgammon.

The hazy orange glow of living in the present,
The din of memories in motion

My naked shoulder, cold against the door jamb and I sense the static
All the tiny moments…leading to this one.

Your gaze, cutting cleanly across the room
 like a plasma ray slices the moonless night sky,
Connects to mine.

Your eyes are melted dark chocolate
Smoldering under thick brows
Liquid. Yet burning.

Despite the chaos, howling laughter, frenetic conversation.
 Only for you and I, the silence is palpable.
Deafening.
Delicious.

Our own tiny world of dripping want. Thick, salacious need, the hunger of possibilities unexplored.

Ecstasy from across the crowded room.






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