Across A Crowded Space Poem by Dean Bottomlley

The bar was too crowded, stifling.
It took ages just to get my pint.
Nodding acknowledgement to work mates
Having on after work drink with someone's wife!

The garden was packed and noisy.
Chatter, laughter and clinking glasses.
So many smokers enjoying a drink
Unwinding on a busy Friday evening.

Smoke moved slowly above the heads
Like an out of control drone.
Bodies bumped and squeezed through
An air of tense but easy relaxation.

At first I only glimpsed the form
Though a small momentary gap
In the ever moving human barricade.
Then it was gone, hidden again.

I moved, entranced by what I had seen.
Yes, there, over by the propane stove,
The face illuminated by the hissing warmth
Of an overhead radiant heater.

Not the classic tight clad slinky form;
Seductively covered in ever moving silk.
Faded blue jeans and a pale blue tee.
No Vogue cover image this for sure.

An hourglass form gentle on the eye;
No certainly not. Broad shoulders
Slid into a slim but not too narrow waist.
Hips formed, but not wide, yet interesting.

Not the pick-up most were searching for.
Hardly given a glance by most there.
Those eyes, mouth, stubble coated chin.
With luck he might go home with me! !