Us

some friends who might be lovers

It began at a quarter past midnight,

Muffled noise against glass, red lights

Of cars going 80 kph across the bridge.

Our eyes catch the lamps in the shop windows

And the stars, and the figures akimbo

Cheap liquor we bought from a corner-store

It’s almost drained, but we feel restored.

Our legs, our chests: young. Breathing. Laughing;

Mouths frozen and teeth chattering like dancing boughs

Everything has been forgotten up til now.

We both like architecture and composition. Streets,

Or perhaps mazes, lead us like mice to countless seats

In cinnamon roll cafes and cushy theatres and boardwalks.

My fingertips ache with excitement because, just like

When I was small, I am exploring. And we are alike.

Reviews

[MAC]

and this is beautful.....

[Amaranta]

Thank you :)

[Antoñyo]

Excellent piece. I like these writes that take me to a distant memory so matter of factly while thought-provoking as well. Nicely written
Thanks for sharing

[Amaranta]

Thank you! I'm glad the poem sparked a memory for you

[Misery]

A delightful little poem from a poet with delightful little hands.

[Amaranta]

Thaank you wonderful person

[Misery]

You are wonderfully welcome.