Magnetic Resistance​

Issue 10

Lips pouting, ripe and full
the colour of roucou,
crimson reminiscent of the blood
currently pulsating to the rhythm of the music
through my veins.
 
We connect from across the room,
in the midst of others’ joyful laughter.
Boldly staring and shyly turning away,
feigning disinterest before
admitting the attraction is palatable.
 
Allowing bright eyed gazes to linger,
up, down and all around
before he seductively settles
on the space right between my eyes,
biting his lips instinctively all the while.
 
Feeling as though I am transparent
and he can see straight through,
straight in, straight under this armor cloaked about me like a shield of protection.
Wanting to resist, yet, innately drawn closer.
 
Simultaneously yearning to put distance
between
or bridge the gap that exists,
experiencing an invisible rope tugging us together,
magnetic.
 
Rather than giving in straight away to temptation,
I down a glass of amber gold liquid courage,
except it fails this time.
I do what I do best,
I turn in the opposite direction;
choosing instead for us to be two ships passing by in the dark of night.

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Stacey-Ann Sukharrie migrated to Canada as a pre-teen. Her writing is informed by personal experiences, ongoing connection to both birth and adoptive countries and educational background and has been published by Empyrean Literary Magazine, Brown Girl Diary, The Globe and Mail & Between Us Podcast.  Stacey-Ann is passionate about empowering humans and leads authentically in all aspects of her life.

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