the womb across the room

#poember ~ 30 day poetry challenge ~ day 11 ~ prompt: someone you see

i watch as they move around the room, eyes fidget like hands looking for keys. scanning back and forth, almost like a plea. a plea? to be invisible? to disappear? to be seen?

i sit back in my chair, running my fingers through my hair

the faint buzz of the music, lulls me into a trance

i watch from across the room as his calculated movements send my brain into a dance

with every move i have to inhale, for not much of my breath remains

he inhales and sucks all the air out of the room

and when he exhales the room is lighter, less filled with gloom

i wonder what his lungs are made of, what magic intertwines within his alveoli

developing x-ray vision i stare into his chest

wondering what the insides look like, what it would feel like below my head

he slides his fingers across the pages of his book, then rhythmically up to his hair

runs them through, and just keeps them there

i’m his fingers now

and i dance between his thick curls, long and short, coils of sorts

inhaling the scent, on my descent down his forehead i slide down the bridge of nose and cozy into the space between his lips and the very tip

the floor beneath me rumbles as he speaks, lips move up and down, across his lips my fingers sweep

i dont think he can feel me

but i can feel him

someone bumps my chair and im transported out of the rumbling womb, back across the room

i look up and hes looking at me

its almost as if

we traded places

just to explore each others faces

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