On the dance floor
his scent grows green ivy,
wrapping our bodies
in an ephemeral universe
two tiles across.

He leads me gracefully to a slow song
as I lay my head on his chest,
a pillow of manhood and cotton.

His eyes are a breezy window
I’d jump through,
his fingers a camera
zooming in on the shot.

He’s out celebrating
best documentary
at the film fest.
I part from his arms
to tell the band,
which has been cutting into songs
to indulge bachelorette parties.

The piano player,
struggling to pronounce his name,
points him out in the crowd.


We nestle in a booth,
his hand drifts to my space.
Through my black denim,
up the hill and down the mountain
he goes.

Wrapped in his body heat,
I close my eyes,
accompany the guitar solo
with my whimpering aria,
and grow lax.

He’s headed back to Budapest
the next morning.

My cats are hungry.

In Love for Two Hours is the third poem published in Grilled Cheese Sandwiches and Other Tales of Love and Loss, a collection that Sally O’Dowd is publishing in stages.
Painting, A View from Within, by Brian Kirhagis, is from the author’s personal collection. https://brikart.net/

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