Anthony
he is short, solid, confident
a man who knows he is handsome
with a smile exuding warmth
and - interest
I noticed you he says
I saw you dance and WOW
his hand is on my hip
not invasive
just resting there
drawing me close
so he can speak to me
over the pulsing beat
filling the room
filling me
rhythm, energy, power
my body loose, free, joyful
mine
are you married he asks
why is this always the question?
not
are you unhappy
are you lonely
are you searching
I am all of these things
and
I am, of course, married
Very Married
I say so because
it needs to be said
but oh,
the aching loss
when
he removes his hand from my hip
PS - I always get texts from worried friends and family after posts like this - the first version of Anthony was written in 2017, which feels like a lifetime ago. I still dance with anyone who wants to dance with me, but I no longer have any reason to feel sad when hands are removed from hips. (:
That wasn't me was it? ;)
Right?! He was way too pretty for me anyway. I imagine he had a lot of mirrors in his house (:
The p.s. is my favorite part.