It was October in Atlantis. He waited
by the crossroad under a street light,
one searching familiar face in a
sea of irrelevant, faceless ones
that walked past. We soaked in the
lights, sometimes touched each other
convulsively to make sure the other
one was real. I traced the shape of his
smile and his shadow which looked
beautiful against my own, we were
all the colours and shapes that we
could think of, nameless faces in a
faceless crowd as the road stretched
ahead of us and with nowhere to go.
I wanted us to be lost, with all of forever
to ourselves and accumulated secrets
and regrets and cheap roadside
alcohol, as the city in her
festival complaisance smiled at
two drunk kids pretending to be
lovers.
ČTEŠ
Doux
Poeziethe walls with blued body scents soft on the skin, the curtains drawn and a lover asleep close by. ...
