“Am I imagining it?”

That brief spark between us.

…I must be;

it is dark, our faces dimly illuminated by the street lamp,

the shadows fall perfectly, framing her face,

our breaths melting into the darkness…

oddly alluring.

 

Was it just the night’s inebriation talking?

 

But before we said our goodbyes and parted, I could’ve sworn

the way she looked at me

let me see

a look I had never seen on her before;

a temporary lapse in filter.

I thought I saw a twinkle in her eyes

which were outlined in black, mascara-painted eyelashes spidery from a day’s wear –

I could almost get sucked into those eyes, aquamarine with bursts of amber.

And I couldn’t help but notice her peach coloured lips.

 

A suppressed smile probably crept upon my face

as I slowly made my way back to the warmth of the waiting car.

 

– Nix

Notes: featured image not mine.

I’m never 100% sure whether I use semi colons correctly but sometimes commas and dashes don’t seem fitting.

These latest poems haven’t been my favourite but I hope someone out there finds them vaguely entertaining. And yes I posted at midnight because I couldn’t wait for a more ‘civilised’ hour on Tuesday (which is when I usually post if you’re new to my blog, hi:-) ). Feedback always appreciated.

Song: Shallow Love by Gabrielle Aplin (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LovisM0mPwY)