The S.I.N. (Stranger In The Night) Poem by Aez NewHeller

A stranger in the night,
Kept asking if everything's alright
Anxiety started creeping,
So I did the routine for grounding:

5 things I see
.... the darkness
.... a silhouette
.... a pair of closed eyes
.... the stranger's nose
.... and a resting lips inches from me

4 things I can touch
... the stranger's chin I caress at times
... down to the shoulder where my fingers enjoy dancing
... a strong arm where my head was gently lying
... and a warm comforting hand welcome for holding

3 things I can hear
... people snoring
... night crickets singing
... and my mind's debates & overthinking

2 things I can smell
... the fresh night air
... and a tinge of alcohol -ethyl, I could tell.

1 thing I can taste
... the sweetness of the stranger's kiss with tongue encased.



Perhaps it's needless mentioning,
I lost sleep that evening.

Apparently, there were two strangers-
... That part of myself I didn't know existed until that night
... And that charming stranger I'll remember with delight.