At London's El Street

June 6, 2018

I smiled


Shook my head


My air full of euphoria

Sat the exact spot on the tube


Where an exchange was graced to a well smooth cube


In endurance,

Like dejavu


Gazing back into time


A day before Friday


Thinking behind my head


Smiling before my heart


As realism slaps my face off delusion


But still spot a sparkle


People in their work wear turn their heads
 towards that spot


As I pinged this little piece


On my little iPhone keys


Heading to meet precisely the same subject


Heading from when we met


For the same purposes


As I chuckled


Well almost


I wonder at 3:55pm somewhere at L. St


Where the world throws him


While I sketch that chart


Of where I think he be


Or where I glide


My eyes look up


As to be conscious of not been oblivious


A little girl with her dad smiles at me


I smile at her


Dropping my head towards this


Imagining how I walked into his space 

Amazed at how he won me

With my hair wrapped like a dame from the 70’s


Wearing my Chanel fragrance 

On a typical July summer day 

Frustrated at the stale smell of sweaty bodies


The central line's cramped carriage
 

Coupled with inclinations of fatigue


Yet he was in a different space


And maybe a focused pace
Identified as such a lace


Not even


He stares at me silently


He speaks to me


In uncertainties
, I smiled but ultimately inclined


Not understanding where


But knowing we float about a meadow


And truly in no trance


Was a delicacy of chance


It became as real as the world could be


As unpredictable as having four seasons in a week


What we feel in our hearts


Aligns with emotions and clock ticks 


I wish to hold on something new as this


Gently kiss your insides


As I remain shut in your arms


My world will change


I pray this beauty never dwindles...
 

 

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