A Meeting in the Dark and a Swaying Heart

[breathtest]

A Meeting in the Dark and a Swaying Heart


she's my optician, and when
she turned out
the lights
and blinded me
I felt her breath on my cheek
and that was all i felt.
Cold rooms & machinery
& hard floors & blue eyes
& medical posters
& soft thighs.
All her hair bound neatly
in my little oblivion.
Dim love headaches
rebounding in the darkness
off polished white walls
& white teeth.
I'll go back again. Six months,
she told me, i'll give it a week.

[hillwalker]

I really enjoyed this - one of your best, for the accurate imagery (reminding me of my dentist, bless her cotton socks) and the humour in that final declaration.

[dafydd manton]

I'll look forward to my next eye-test much more now! What a cracking poem - really like that! And,as Hillwalker said, those last two lines - inspired.

[PrinceMyshkin]

What a glorious celebration of the erotic, most especially the incongruously erotic. Is there something that makes it all the more sharp when it appears where it's least expected or most inappropriate - or should that be most unlikely to be pursued with success? And your abstinence from hyping any of your reactions makes this all the more suggestively enjoyable. Thanks.

[Haunted]

Sweet serendipity. Rarely does one expect a pleasurable encounter in a sterile, clinical environment. And it's captured so vividly, in colors of white, blue... and in the dark, the texture and feel of hair and thighs. Very enjoyable.

[Jerrybaldy]

Very enjoyable tale. The breath on the cheek. The warmth amid the whiteness. Really enjoyed it.

[breathtest]

thanks everyone