The woman

Trying something a little more prose-like… I wrote the first few verses and then my partner wanted to know what happened next, so I added the rest!

You’ll notice her across a crowded room

Follow her with your gaze, fixate on her and her companion

She’ll turn towards you, looking past you, waving to a friend

Her lips will part, finger coming up to wipe an invisible speck from the corner of her mouth

Her companion will lean in towards her, gently brushing hands with the woman

You will spend the night wondering – are they friends, or lovers?

Your question will eventually be answered when you see the looks they give one another whilst waiting in the queue,

Arm resting comfortably around waist, the woman’s hand in the pocket of her companion’s jeans

They will leave the bar together, fingers laced together, sharing a secret joke

Their bodies will move in unison – familiar with the space the other occupies

In the taxi they will sit, hands still linked, talking lightly about friends and acquaintances

They will arrive at their destination, a place they call home

What you won’t see is the tears that night, as they share their deepest fears with one another

Emotionally unburdening themselves and enveloping each other in arms made of love

They will talk, and kiss, and fuck, bodies in tune and eyes locked

Their final moments of wakefulness will be spent with limbs intertwined, hearts beating together

Then they will sleep, and awaken next to each other to a new day.

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