Stealing moments

From the bright city lights we descend into the depths of a basement bar
A large space filled with thick carpets and couches
Magazines of young-adult cool and lamps in the gloom
Sparkling wrists, glittered ears
Shining eyes

Standing short of the centre of the room
Surveying
Observing

A touch at the hand that hovers by my hip
– I’m glad you came
Lips, close to my ear, and warm breath
My own lips part
Breathe
– You’re early, I respond
– Only just
The touch at my hand breaks and I’m adrift
– A drink?
– Of-course
His body moves forward into my field of vision
Lithe and confident
Walks slowly towards the bar but casts a glance back towards me
– Oh? I make the shape with my mouth
His eyebrows raise but his mouth stays neutral
Everyone is here
I’m glad
They’re like deep, soft pillows that I can sink into
Before I settle I want to see them all
Together in the same place, at the same time
Back at the bar he turns and stares
Waiting
He wants me to come to him
I’m almost annoyed but he looks at me in a way that makes me catch myself and I can’t figure it out
It is neither seductive nor casual
He does the strangest thing – takes a tiny step back with one foot and inclines his head toward me, letting our drinks hover in his hands
Appreciating
I let him look
Then walk as slowly as I can towards him