(for no apparent reason...a poem)
 

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

and strange obsessions.
Like a painting, that night
she was streetlight beautiful.
A smoky apparition. A ghost
of infatuation.

entangled at the bar; suddenly
on display, an installation
of fleeting emotion. Oblivious
kisses across peculiar lips.
Then inquisitive bodies
pushing. In time fitting
together, like a puzzle.

TJ.

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