Tag: love

Glow.

Lucy

it is always there

though not always within vision

of course

for only sparkling minds

see the sparkles in their skies

but sparkling once alight

and tools within our grasp

and all other elements

being right

without brokenness

or shadows

without question-marks

or slow-downs

and in shameless consort

we say: glow

and glow it does at our command

and from our fingers rise

roaming scents of pure fragrance

made tangible

and true.

It was a very New York story.

Lucy

The subway was fetid with humidity. Taking the detour uptown to change my clothes had been a wasted effort. A dark patch already flourished at the armpit I had to raise to reach the overhead holds as I rode the train back down to the East Village; by the time I made it to the top of the exit stairway sweat clung to the skin of my stomach and grabbed stickily at my shirt.

Emerging onto Essex Street was barely a relief. A solid bank of dark clouds lowered the ceiling of the sky, and there was no breeze besides the cool flow of air-con escaping from shop doors.

It was a regulars-welcome kind of bar, oblong and small. The kind of bar where the very arrangement of the furniture encouraged either solitude or intimacy. It was a lovers-and-loners kind of bar.

We had the place to ourselves for a few hours. It was still the afternoon; the bar hadn’t got going yet. He poured them, and I drank. Memory licked at the edges of the picture, thick and sweet as the blueberry-flavoured liqueur in my glass.

A bar for lovers and loners. But which one was I?

Lift Me Up.

Lucy

wash me clear

lay me down

and again lift me up

let the knots loosen

and the focus drift

let the seas rise and fall

and feel the rhythm shift

take notice

of the moments

as each one passes by

and re-listen

to the glisten

of a one-time audible smile