Bar22do
08-08-2011, 09:15 AM
You chance upon me, looming through the moon’s muggy tan,
offer a gaze of amazement, but soon
we both feel as if we’d only just parted.
Across pedestrian Ba’aka*,
shoulder against shoulder testing our reality,
we speak in torrents, ford the time,
a shambles of intersecting grief, triumphs, disappointments,
joys, partners, friends…
though nothing truly matters except now.
Our senses whet in a sudden jasmine breeze;
I whisper, we’re going home... and you call it love, later,
when we’re shadow figures on a moonlit wall,
our complicit art cleaving back through years,
sorting permanence from the ephemeral.
In the porch' bougainvilleas,
mornings mingle our chat with the neighbours’;
cats lazily sprawl by the rosemary, as I
kiss away a mango relic from your lips
and laugh with you, feigning guilt.
We are incorrigible teens, confident and free
in college days, today happy it’s not a mirage,
but a returning gift.
--
*Ba'aka is a Jerusalem neighbourhood
offer a gaze of amazement, but soon
we both feel as if we’d only just parted.
Across pedestrian Ba’aka*,
shoulder against shoulder testing our reality,
we speak in torrents, ford the time,
a shambles of intersecting grief, triumphs, disappointments,
joys, partners, friends…
though nothing truly matters except now.
Our senses whet in a sudden jasmine breeze;
I whisper, we’re going home... and you call it love, later,
when we’re shadow figures on a moonlit wall,
our complicit art cleaving back through years,
sorting permanence from the ephemeral.
In the porch' bougainvilleas,
mornings mingle our chat with the neighbours’;
cats lazily sprawl by the rosemary, as I
kiss away a mango relic from your lips
and laugh with you, feigning guilt.
We are incorrigible teens, confident and free
in college days, today happy it’s not a mirage,
but a returning gift.
--
*Ba'aka is a Jerusalem neighbourhood