Addicted to Strangers

Cold like the ocean

He calculated my entire being

As I danced

To him it was a sort of slow motion

Between restless crowds

Soon to be hung over

I caught his stare

Centered through raising hands


Flowing hair

As bodies collided and fell apart

Like vapors

He disappeared

Sweating through

Our lacey shirts

Slinging back our heels

And walking home barefoot

Turning quiet keys

So to not wake the sleep of babies

I noticed he had left my favorite flower

A single Gerber daisy

I picked her up

And tip toed inside

A smile at the unexpected

And hopeful mystery
Who are you stranger
And when will we touch again?




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