FABRIC OF A DREAM

A WOMAN IS OBSESSED BY A MAN WITH WHOM SHE WORKS.

She doesn't know
if he like her or not;
he doesn't give
the impression

that he does,
but she can't be sure,
not liked as such,
but liked as a woman,

liked for her beauty,
her sexual, slim body.
When she goes to work
and he's there,

she becomes
all self conscious,
as if he were
looking at her,

taking in how
she has dressed,
how she walks,
carries herself,

how she speaks.
She puts on
her uniform
in the female

locker room;
stands there
gazing at herself
in the mirror

above the sink.
Pulls her lips tight,
purses them.
Her eyes look tired;

little sleep;
thinking of him;
thinking how much
he might like her.

She goes out
along the corridor
and he's there at the end
talking to another,

she freezes,
stands still,
looks back and forward,
then moves on

passing him
and the other,
sensing his eyes following,
his mind turning her over,

maybe sensing things
about her;
then she looks back
and he's gone.

She panics,
wonders if she ought
to have spoken,
ought to have made

eye contact,
maybe looked
into his eyes
and seen all

the fabric
of a dream.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

There's a hypnotic, very sensual theme running through this. I was hooked from the very beginning, from descriptions that led her to believe he never noticed her, to the thought of him "taking her in". Your descriptives are powerful. I felt like a voyuer, as she gazed at herself through the mirror.

And the ending was palpable. It made me sigh for his acknowledgement of her. Awesome story telling here, Terry!


My best,
Kelly

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Kelly.

[ANTO]

Terry I feel as a ghost standing behind the woman - watching this all in HD. I wasnt sure if the end meant she woke up or if she had now got the fabric of a great dream for herself just by seeing the guy - either way I love the telling. You could make the inside of a ping pong ball interesting

[Terry Collett]

LOl, ANTO, thank you.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I appreciated the content of your poem, sir. Many atimes in ones life one find it difficult to express feelings of love to the opposite; even though one appreciated every component of human body and character and beauty. Well done.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you for reading and commenting my friend.