A face never to be seen again, has looked deeply into your eyes from a busy street, with some mute message which you will never be allowed the time or intimacy to comprehend.
Beyond all this,
unrequited destination
like strangers on a train
swapping wedding rings and
stories told by Gods of secret things
Beyond the longest mind platform,
in Regent’s Park twilight’s twin
barbed wire bouquets choke drunk throats
trying to sing nostalgia jukebox
Beyond pulse of broken metronome,
she tongued visions of lost kingdoms
her breath a monarch to my collarbone
Her lips bruised by skin storms
where mechanical male left no DNA trace
And me and my heart
we just knew







