a night out
a night swinging
from cerebral to sensual
in urban wilderness
where the youth
talked about sexual proclivities
of a then-and-now era
an untainted awakening
of wildflower consciousness
will you come and get me
she said from the foyer
amidst a medley of cheesy-celestial
dances a contradiction
logical in its being
belly and butt movements
and raucous soulless crowd
he felt her tug at his sleeve
be with me he said i may be busy
but please be with me
what kind of bond
do they share
a bud becoming a woman
and he a gardener
of earthly delights
their souls converge
on hypertracks
autobahns of the mind
unlimited access thought freeways
an elevating poetic unison
a tie that harnesses
the individual
and unnamed seekings
creative and compelling
at the edge
without the destructive
belongings
of an all consuming
attachment
there is a certain tenderness
between their spaces
nebulous and palpable
pristine and pulsating
of calm repose
and tectonic upheavals
a nightly adventure
in a part real world
where conversation
is about verse and voices
of inner loneliness
and sometimes
of completion
do we need a reason to stay
in a constant flux of emotions
that heal and revitalise
nourish the mindsoil
churn the quicksand of desire
she looked at ease
in dainty black
tall and pretty
childlike and intense
sporting cropped locks
and an endearing smile
it’s one long cosy
memory he has
and also that of
the warm all-giving
hug.
(20 December 2003)
