Standing in the corner
Amongst the bohemian
Brotherhood of buddies.
And wine laced laughter
I pass you.
I pass you again
As lips, with
Subtle sensuality
Kiss the body
Of Shiraz
We sit, while
Strangers unknown
Play life’s dramas
In the safety
Of a screen
We sit,
Strangers, you and I
Then miss
Each other
In the leaving
Yet seeing
We saw each other
Perhaps that was enough
Perhaps, but
Perhaps not
