I parked under neon lights
Hanging my head
Embarrassed by the beautiful figure
Of a woman
I’ve seen you somewhere
Out there before
Breaking through layers
Of my dense consciousness
I stood there silently
Introducing myself as some pilgrim
In search of the real
And real was strewn
With poly-junk-can-litter
In the modern world that
Could have had depth
And important things to say
About everything.
Then I felt a fragile imperative
To tell you some unspeakable
secret
You had me believing in a purpose
To be lovers
You had me seeing with your eyes
And this believing,
Unaccustomed to giving in to fate
It was curved
in sinew and stone.
