Something Like
by Perry Nicholas
Here, where
only careful
rhythms of
our words filter
through muffled
sounds at the table,
here, where
my breathing turns
shy, almost a wheeze
while yours grows
more daring, stretching,
no one—everyone—
in the restaurant must notice
these subtle changes.
I allow myself a glance
across your eyes, settled on
mine, then we drift
together to this page.
Doesn’t it feel so right,
composing something
like poetry in the night?
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