Theirs was the event of the season.
A Gatsbylike affair.
The tree was always grand
with an inappropriate
and lewd tree topper.
And there he stood.
He had an exquisite flair for clothes
and his eyes trapped mine
I could not look away
But I did look away. And I walked as far away from him as I could. I walked past the dining table. Beautifully set with crystal and China. Through the kitchen pushing through where everyone was gathered. I couldn’t breathe. Move aside, I wanted to shout,
couldn’t they see I needed air.
I walked out to the patio.
The lights in the trees glistened
and the band was playing a New Orleans melody.
I asked the crisply pressed bartender for a Sazerac
I drank it like water
suddenly, as the drink warmed my blood
I felt his presence without turning.
Something touched my waist
something soft traced along my hip
fingertips soft and wanting,
I knew it was him
while inside my heart opened up
to his touch
to his fingertips on my skin
yet at the same time
fear gripped me.
Who is this stranger?
Who is this man?
And before I knew it
he was gone
softly fading beyond the trees
into the Mississippi river
and like a vision
he no longer
Yet in my mind I knew he did.
Written by Christina Strigas & Maria Barrett
M. Barrett is on Twitter as @nola_geurl (Nola Girl) check out her Twitter. She writes poems and stories.
This poem is based on a true story.
I had such an exciting time writing it with Maria. It was sheer delight. Check out her Twitter page.
If you would like to write a collaboration with me just email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or find me on Twitter. I will be running this collaboration series for the next two months.
Hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading.