At the Moment My Breath Catches
by A. A. Parr
for Her, Centre Stage

You stood at the front of the stage,
the neon red lights
drifting down two locks
of brown earth hair,
your skin somehow both
electric blue and golden gleaming
all at the moment
my breath catches -
I know you are not looking at me,
can't actually see me as
anything more than a shift of
darkness in this pulsing mass
of other darknesses beyond
your pool of light,
but I feel seen.

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