Bar strangers

She walks in the air
and I feel her
when I breathe.
The pulse in steps
thumping like a heartache
until the smile
that tells you everything
comes now
more dignified
and pleased
there was an effort.
This girl,
she almost winked
and when she turned around
I swore I saw
her stop
and look at me.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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