Strange meeting
by A.W.
Posted to Poetry on 2002-07-10 04:50:00
Strange meeting on a dark sunny street,
of a cripple to a love song, and the behind
these eyes I am running, diving for cover
O Lennon if you could only see
how your voice now colours this scene.
She’s trying so hard to move,
I’m trying even harder not to look
…like I’m not looking.
It’s two sun faces on a dying rock,
soaking in the cracks of the now mode
It’s a screaming hidden shame child,
born out of her eyes, conceived in mine,
dancing in the puddle of…
a spilt love song.