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?
Work?
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/
Morpethroad 
Ohhh, this is wonderful, mesmerizing…..
You’ve made me a convert, however temporarily–getting ready to post an entry.
Great Val…look forward to reading your contribution….
I even put the comments back on….
You brave girl you……
I owe you my thanks, Michael.
Thank you Val…..as always I appreciate you stopping by, trust your day has gone well for you..
I slept most of the day away–ready for the writer’s night shift now.
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.
I hope so too.
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.
Yes indeed Mandy, a once in a lifetime opportunity..
I love happy endings. Glad she couldn’t wait a week (as I sure you were :)).
Yes true, why wait when you can make an early start.
Thank you for this happy ending after such an eloquent description of the feelings at such uncomfortable times…