she walked in the red bar
and the music changed
her gaze swam the atmosphere
warming here
cooling there
and i wanted to be the air over her lips
the cold drink she sipped
the condensation rolling over her hand
the dance her body took into the rhythm
not to possess that muse
but to be a medium
through which she moved
and she didn’t even speak to me
but it was all glory glory
glory to share
the space with her at all
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