Caught Inside Poem by Mark R Slaughter

The syrah blushed -
Glassy curves atop a slender stem
Enhances loneliness,
Brings out the consciousness
Of self; a substitute for why she wasn't there -
Caught inside her mind again.

The fire, centrepiece of snug, flicked a flame
To tame the tug of abrogation,
Assuage the empty space above the chair.

A better view - I stood to stare,
Stole a glimpse at others
Caught reciprocating.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012