Rewind.

I find myself among a million non-existent lovers,

rushing to their beloved or to the rainbirds, and

I’m standing in stillness, admiring the yellow line,

minding it beneath my mind’s shutter.

Where will I stand in the next

forty eight hours?

Fast forward.

Confessions, tears, strangers,

heartbeats – the heart hoards its beats.

Elegance, surprises, adults,

let’s go wild – in to the wild,

et cetera,

et

cetera

Play.

The moon didn’t hide that night;

the sun won’t ever hide my love,

the truth – once again –

beat the lies.

Stop.

S

I keep this “secretly/desirably” simple (make everything in past tense):

I break into the fragile snowflakes as I pass the same dodgy

mate in all his glory. I admire his reddish socks, adoring

the feather on his beige chapeau. Who bloody cares about

tonight’s full eclipse? I still worship the virgin moon

as I wander under it with scattered thoughts. I stumble

along, growling and shaking. I’m lost. I’m found. I

repeat, “but I don’t feel down.” My companion tonight

is the taxi driver from Ghana. His random smile,

his ring tone, melt my hijacked heart; rescue

me from the nonsense terms that translate

into what we both learnt as lies.

Impatient, fearless, intoxicated;

I play tonight’s song, and smile

big at our (long) overdue

yet predictable

rendez-vous.

To be continued…

S

I just regained my sight

and saw myself floating

in between the silvery sky,

the knitted daffodils, and

the natural delights.

Eyes closed; eyes wide shut.

In the stranger’s land;

sunken in the night;

drunken in the drips;

I sweat and then smiled.

Beneath those closed eyes,

were the hot summer days,

the screaming on an old tape,

the lost Roman chain, and

an unknown tomorrow.

To be continued…

S