I saw you standing afar… Angel.

Me… Devil sitting in slumped repose.

Smoke pours languidly from my lips.

Tales and desires stream from yours.

From across the room I can tell that your mouth would taste sweet and saccharine. And I dream deliriously of the salty sweat that would surely bead on your skin if I could touch you; and how it would glint and shine in the half light of my motel room.

Your dark hazel eyes smoulder ever so lazily.

The effortlessness of your allure is your charm.

I watch you talk. I watch your rose petal lips move and sigh and sing to me; begging for a duet to begin.

I sit in the shadows; a man of my surroundings.

You laugh and joke with your friends and the glass in your hand slips.

I almost gasp aloud; me this fiend of a voyeur.

And oh thank God and the holy choir of angels in heaven when you laugh, and you blush, and you act so sweetly coy at your ever so enchanting of mistakes.

I run my unworthy fingertips around the rim of my glass; the cool sensation willing my long absent senses back to life.

You look to me to be so very full of sensations. You are so very steeped in life.

And when you raise your delicate hand, to run it through dark raven heaven-spun hair, I feel a pang of envy knowing that surely you feel every sublime subtle nuance of that moment.

You are life standing out there in the crowd and I am your opposite begging desperately from the darkness for you to step down and bring me your light.

When was it sitting in my voyeurs guise that I decided you could be my saviour?

When was it that I thoughtlessly let my cigarette burn down to it’s ugly end?

Because I could not advert my eyes from your milky skin and your bruised midnight coloured eyes.

I don’t need it anyway; now I have you in my sights.

As I watch you, you smile and catch your lip under a porcelain tooth that looks to me to be too perfect to be real.

Your happiness is liquid; tangible as it flows through the air.

If I could chance to catch it perhaps I can take a piece of you, my perfect stranger, away with me.

But I am all shadows and darkness as I sip my drink; enchanted but alone.

And you are in the light, my sultry creature.

You are a symphony, a masterpiece standing amongst us all.

And really I know that I will remain here a coward in the comfort of this worn leather seat, in the comfort of the shadows and the dark.

And so I will watch you with wonder, and with want, and desire so intense that it burns at my very soul.

And I know that when I watch you walk away from here, watch you disappear into the vast expanse of the world beyond these walls, I will never see such a thing as you again.