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“Across the Room”
He saw her
from the other
side
of a crowded
room
caught first
by the radiance
of her smile
and whip of
her hair
as her face
flashed across
his field of
view,
he watched her
casual moves
over the rim
of a gin
and tonic
that little bend
forward
she did
for no reason
at all
or turn of
the head
as she walked
away
throwing a
smile
over her shoulder
as she went
to mingle
with some
new found
friends,
he couldn’t really
explain
why he found
so many of
her
mannerisms
so Damn
attractive
she had all these
little degrees of
change
in her natural
motion
that he had
never seen flow
through a
woman
like that
before,
he was just
captivated
as she returned
a giggle
in response to
someone’s story
the look on
her face
and sound of
her laugh
was payment
in full
for a well told
tale,
he reached down
for his drink
his eyes
couldn’t leave
the scene
playing out
before him
that she was
a part of
even if they
wanted too,
his fingers
blindly
stumbled around
the small square
table
till they come
across
the cold wetness
of his Collins
glass
the sharpness
of the gin
bites his tongue
as his eyes
stay parallel to
the floor
as the party
seemingly
revolves
around her,
he physically
shakes his head
no
as he entertains
the thought
of approaching
her
but he doesn’t
want to break
the spell
she has cast
over him
and the rest
of the people
in the room
ruin it with
words
he knows
that won’t
come out
the way he
planned,
she takes a
step
into the circle
of people
she’s talking
with
lightly touching
the shoulder
of the guy
across from
her
letting her
fingers
run down the
length
of the guy’s
arm
feeling the
fabric
against her
skin
her charismatic
energy
starts to fill
the room
before she falls
back in to
place
in her circle
of conversation,
he can feel
the shockwave
hit him
as it travels
from across the
floor
energizing
all those around
her
many of them
hoping to be
the center of
the next special
interest
that
her fingers
take,
she makes no
notice
of that sharp
edge of
attention
that she is
receiving
moving between
the social clusters
leaving them
prisoners
of her intoxicating
presence
behind her
as she goes,
he digs out
the lime
from the bottom
of his glass
with his straw
squeezing
the opposite
sides of the
rind
till the meaty
pulp
releases
the last couple
of drops
of juice
it contained
within,
he looks back
over at her
as he stirs
what’s left
of his drink
tilts his glass
before setting
it
back down
on the small
square table
and heading
for
the exit,
and as he
pushes open
the back door
he just stands
there
letting the cold
night air
spill over him
as it rushes in
pushing up
against
all her
charismatic
energy
trapped inside
and he takes
one last look
across the
room
at all that
beauty
standing there
slightly leaning
forward
in the middle
of a story
of her own,
and as he
lets the door
go
and slips into
the night
he was
content
in just
knowing
that he was
there
on the night
she ruled
the world…
Tom Allen…03-26-2018…
He saw her
from the other
side
of a crowded
room
caught first
by the radiance
of her smile
and whip of
her hair
as her face
flashed across
his field of
view,
he watched her
casual moves
over the rim
of a gin
and tonic
that little bend
forward
she did
for no reason
at all
or turn of
the head
as she walked
away
throwing a
smile
over her shoulder
as she went
to mingle
with some
new found
friends,
he couldn’t really
explain
why he found
so many of
her
mannerisms
so Damn
attractive
she had all these
little degrees of
change
in her natural
motion
that he had
never seen flow
through a
woman
like that
before,
he was just
captivated
as she returned
a giggle
in response to
someone’s story
the look on
her face
and sound of
her laugh
was payment
in full
for a well told
tale,
he reached down
for his drink
his eyes
couldn’t leave
the scene
playing out
before him
that she was
a part of
even if they
wanted too,
his fingers
blindly
stumbled around
the small square
table
till they come
across
the cold wetness
of his Collins
glass
the sharpness
of the gin
bites his tongue
as his eyes
stay parallel to
the floor
as the party
seemingly
revolves
around her,
he physically
shakes his head
no
as he entertains
the thought
of approaching
her
but he doesn’t
want to break
the spell
she has cast
over him
and the rest
of the people
in the room
ruin it with
words
he knows
that won’t
come out
the way he
planned,
she takes a
step
into the circle
of people
she’s talking
with
lightly touching
the shoulder
of the guy
across from
her
letting her
fingers
run down the
length
of the guy’s
arm
feeling the
fabric
against her
skin
her charismatic
energy
starts to fill
the room
before she falls
back in to
place
in her circle
of conversation,
he can feel
the shockwave
hit him
as it travels
from across the
floor
energizing
all those around
her
many of them
hoping to be
the center of
the next special
interest
that
her fingers
take,
she makes no
notice
of that sharp
edge of
attention
that she is
receiving
moving between
the social clusters
leaving them
prisoners
of her intoxicating
presence
behind her
as she goes,
he digs out
the lime
from the bottom
of his glass
with his straw
squeezing
the opposite
sides of the
rind
till the meaty
pulp
releases
the last couple
of drops
of juice
it contained
within,
he looks back
over at her
as he stirs
what’s left
of his drink
tilts his glass
before setting
it
back down
on the small
square table
and heading
for
the exit,
and as he
pushes open
the back door
he just stands
there
letting the cold
night air
spill over him
as it rushes in
pushing up
against
all her
charismatic
energy
trapped inside
and he takes
one last look
across the
room
at all that
beauty
standing there
slightly leaning
forward
in the middle
of a story
of her own,
and as he
lets the door
go
and slips into
the night
he was
content
in just
knowing
that he was
there
on the night
she ruled
the world…
Tom Allen…03-26-2018…