From Poeme to Endless Love

“I like your new perfume.”, he says.

 

I am taken aback by this admittance,

 

from the man who usually turns

 

momentarily from the television to say,

 

“How was your day?”.

 

Between whiskey shots & cigarette breaks,

 

I’d forgotten I even exsist in his world.

 

Then look up,

 

lock gazes,

 

and melt into his eyes.

© 2008 Christel Grady
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