A little tremble
In the full lips,
A little tear –
That nobody ought notice –
Building in a blue eye;
Blonde hair waterfalls
Across a single loop ear ring.
Me? I’m – mostly – comfortable
Waiting for an onward connection
In this universal airport gate chair,
In this end-of-tour skin.
But this lady has my attention;
Lost maybe and in need.
I catch her gaze, hold it.
She forces a smile:
“Don’t mind me,” she drawls
“I’m just lookin’ for somebody …”
“Me too,” I’m thinking,
“But, Hell, Lady,
I’ll stop lookin’ if you will …”
But she’s gone before
The thought is complete.
This is what I call, my imagination poetry. ❤
Sublime.