poetry 101 rehab: connection – Slow Dance


This week’s prompt is: Connection

Across a crowded room I see you enter

You look as pleased as me to be here.

It’s those eyes that first attract me

They dart around the room

Taking in the atmosphere.

Like me you stand back against the wall

People mill around us, everyone seems to know someone.

In profile I see those grey bags

They sweep across your face

They frame a profile I am drawn to.

You have my focus and I see you stare in my direction

Our eyes meet, twin souls in discomfort.

Friends grab me and thrust me onto the floor

A progressive dance

Hands grope me,

Perfumed bodies, overpowering me

As if that strategy will work

Only repels, makes me wish I’d said no

Vocal women, ‘How are ya Love?’

Polite smiles, move on please,

Hoping the music doesn’t stop.

So caught up in the desire to flee

We come face to face.

You look into my eyes

Your smile captivates me

I am hooked.

The music stops, we introduce ourselves.

We instantly feel at ease, our conversation a series

Of small talk

The weather

Where are you from?


We are so engaged we fail to notice the floor clear

We blush, move to the sides.

A slow dance begins,

One look and we are on the floor again.

Your body moves in against mine

Your arms within minutes gather around my neck

My arms draw you in close.

With seconds a connection is made.

Is it possible such things can happen?

We reluctantly part

Promises to call, to meet again.

Your number in my pocket

I go home, infinitely happier

Than the man who was dragged out.

I crawl into bed, my thoughts on you

My phone buzzes

A voice says: “Couldn’t wait till next week.”

Written for: http://andytownend.com/2015/07/27/poetry-101-rehab-connection/

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15 Responses to poetry 101 rehab: connection – Slow Dance

  1. Valida Faire says:

    Ohhh, this is wonderful, mesmerizing…..

  2. Lyn says:

    Relate to the first section completely. I hate parties and “gatherings”. I’m always the one hugging the wall. I do love the ending, I hope it works out for them.

  3. mandy says:

    Oh my. The definition of “connection” couldn’t be better stated than what you’ve written here, Michael. I, too, hate those social settings all things superficial. That special connection might be a once in life time occurrence–if one is lucky.

  4. phylor says:

    I love happy endings. Glad she couldn’t wait a week (as I sure you were :)).

  5. andy townend says:

    Thank you for this happy ending after such an eloquent description of the feelings at such uncomfortable times…

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