by Emily McPhillips
A room filled with people is reduced to just the corner
And only what you can see without turning your head is in view
There is no noise
This all feels like a song that has been written perfectly, just for this time, right now
Each part of you feels like it is being touched
Lightly
Her laugh is impeccably timed
The eyes know when to look, and when to dip
Just like the mouth knows when to pout, and kiss you
Surprising
The details that she lingers on
Like the rain that starts to pour, only noticing it as it stops
Then hands will be held
And she’ll whisper something nice in your ear
And you’ll think that she is the kind of girl that men fall in love with
Emily McPhillips was born in 1985. She lives in Manchester. Take a look at her fanzine ‘Ministering to a Lunatic’ here.
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