air is entering the body with every inhalation
air is coming out with every exhalation
yet you’re no longer the same before that inhalation
you’re no longer the same before that inspiration
so does she or he
they are also no longer the same as before
and now –
to the next breath-in-and-exhale
and so on an so forth
till the end of the days
breathe in and out
and yet, you can’t stop for a moment
to take a breath
She sits across–
with the open legs.
Her gaze is on my face
mine,– at her lingerie.
And there is nothing left to mask
and there is nothing left to say.
the time is thick and cold
the train operator is in full control.
I want to run away,
but the train doesn’t stop.
I want to hide,
but He still can hear my thoughts.
And there is her
confronting her urge to conceal
and there is me
challenged by such ordeal.
there is a point on the horizon
where the wake on the water
from his boat.
is merging with the vapor trail
from her plane.
yet the altitude between them
is keeping them apart.
she put two fingers
on my lips to hush me.
there wasn’t any cigarette between them
nor a flower to stick between my teeth
to make it gimmicky romantic
just two fingers.
it felt like a kiss.
O’ yes, she knew how to kiss
with her fingers
a banal scene.
a car is standing on the traffic light.
the rain is running down the windshield
leaving blurred spots of the diffracted hue of red
like the screen of the space ship
from some vintage sci-fi movie.
she said, – “I want to touch the stars”.
he took her hand in his
and kissed her fingers.
the traffic light turned green.
the car sped up and left.
the rain kept penetrating night.