Misty Side of my Room

 

Your face, upturned and gilded

by the LED light

in a belly-of-Athens bar

(beers clinking, vodkas clanking, lighters flicking).

You: laughing

like I’ve never seen you laugh before,

a stone angel coming alive,

spreading his wings over the city

(buildings rising, mobiles ringing, channels changing – antennae extravaganza).

You: listening

to someone telling a story,

leaning forward so the words can reach you free of clutter

(people speaking, people laughing, people pleasing).

And me: looking at you

as if through a keyhole,

remaining unseen and under seduction,

dreaming of capturing you,

of locking you in the misty side of my room,

of keeping your laughter all to myself.

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MISTY SIDE OF MY ROOM was originally published on Rat’s Ass Review, Love and Ensuing Madness Collection, April 2016

(http://ratsassreview.net/?page_id=1070#Pappa)

ⓒ Basilike Pappa