A chancing exchange

Never had I witnessed such pure beauty looking across the room at you I saw.

A spiritual awareness of love my heart it doth flutter lightly, a choir of people in a large hall disintegrate into insignificance, 

the wall shrank to become a narrow corridor of you and I breaching the exceptional audible volume of loud chattering and music, we become lovers in an instant, I could feel you breathe touching you as if by magic, 

blissfully unaware of any sound or movement left in our spaced time capsule, feeling faint as you return a smile with eyes of green, a passionate affair directly to me, then suddenly at an abrupt end as a friend asks in a loud tone over the music

"Oih there's plenty of birds here, 

dyou want a pint or what?"

 

 

◄ Howling at the moon

Walks with me ►

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