And I can’t breathe
Because I feel like
I’m going to cry
And the mystery
Of the night is there
So I think I’m going to try
To fight my way
To the bars and clubs
Because a heart explosion
Hits my chest with a thud
Whilst the skies rain hard
With the red of my pain
And her irises are haunting
Shattered arteries
Insane
A quick glass knock back
The feel good polite chat
With a lady in classic
Backless dress and cute knack
Of smoothing any strains
Of a first time meet
Because she’s known my type before
Fallen hard but still taste sweet
Then I say something
That makes her laugh
And she’s sensing
Maybe
I’m different to the rest
So she buys a round
More talk ensues
I return the gesture
And my confidence grows
A few more later
We’re still talking
Smiling
Laughing
We’re game
So I ask if she’d like to move on
With me
To a place of care-free dancing
With a floor and lights
That make things feel alright
And she says, “Yes”
Like she means it
Like it’s meant to feel right
5 minutes later
We’re on the street
Arm-in-arm
Making our way
To the club of broken hearts
Where 3 hours
And you’re mended
With another
In joint recovery
Two blue pills later
Taken with calm
In locked cubicles
This lady and I
Are raising the bar
For a night we’ll always remember
Light touches and electricity
Gorgeous rushes that synchronise
The two of us together
As though there’s noone else around
Then we know
That this is more than just
Meant to feel right
The next morning
Sunlight wakes me
From my dream of sweet, sweet beauty
Then I look over
She’s there next to me
I get a rush
And I can’t breathe
Because I feel like
I’m going to cry
Her eyelids flutter
Open
In an instant
We’re together
The pain of our individual pasts
Making this moment fate
Because without it
Last night would not have come
The mystery unsought
And this beautiful morning
Moment leading to heart racing
Entanglement
Would only be twinkles
In two separate pairs of eyes
Of should’ve-been-lovers
Too scared to love again
© 2007 Carl Denyer
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