
Across the room. . .
I watched you walk with the charm of night by your side and stand with the grace of ballet
A wind that touched no one else moved through your hair to carry your fragrance through the air
Suddenly. . . a laugh and tinkle of ice in a glass
The untimely interruption of a friend.
Now all is left to the chemist whose performance is not unlike the lingering night
Sounds aloft now waft like dust in a sunny, Sunday room
Suddenly... a tap on the back
The untimely interruption of a friend
A repositioning of the feet to anyone in your direction, the convenience of conversation
A glass stemmed in a caress not far below lips in a smile I wish to understand
Suddenly... a hello from someone long ago
The untimely interruption of a friend
Another quick glance past tables and chairs, edges and lines that draw me there
A revealing rise of breath, under subtle shoulders brought together with perfumed, necklace grace
Suddenly... a business-like goodnight
The untimely interruption of a friend
It's no wonder Van Gogh left shadows alone and Monet painted blue
After all, creation and admiration require attention and timely disruptions my friend