The man almost takes a sip

when he notices the bartender

offering the same drink to the

woman on his right. He peers

 

over to determine her worthiness

in making such a request, and is

caught by the lush glow emanating

from the woman. The man slyly

 

examines her, while holding a cigar

firmly between his relaxed, calling

hand. As expected, the woman is

gravitated towards his irresistible

 

gaze. Only experts can play this game

with this subtlety. But she does not

easily surrender. The smooth, silk

garment slides down from her arm

to her wrist, as if on its own. The

 

man is pulled, but his body remains

anchored to the pride in the glass

he is holding, the kindle to his own

glow. The bartender soon fades,

 

along with the sound of polishing

wine glasses. All sound drowns out,

and a silent chasm forms between

them. And they wait for each other.

 

He inhales and exhales from his cigar

and slowly sets it down on the table.

The man looks again at the woman,

Now staring straight into his eyes, his

 

heart, and is given strength to pry his

left hand from his source of security.

He takes a step into the space between

them, beginning the merging of a fully

 

complete, vibrant world.

 

 

-Art by Brent Lynch

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