5.      The pause in the clamor

When the room is quiet

with street noise as the filter

I can hear what my heart feels about you.

Once I gain my air in a steady pattern,

I remember

there is something in the ease of you

                an amber ember glow in your eyes, and

I remember, at the club

when time stopped as we looked at each other across the table,

blind to anything intruding on our infinite.

A mix of dim light and bright colors and other voices

and a speaker bass thunder sounding off in our core,

and the discomfort of the group as they, too

could feel time stop.