Like a building block in life’s creation
I gesture for the train
It keeps on going – faster even
as it draws ever closer – then…
Whoosh!
It’s gone – I stand in solace
what now but wait for time to pass
It seems like an eternity
I sit and think and sit… and sit –
dazed – I stare – my eyes won’t blink
Is this my eternal now?
I leave the station and walk in wonder
I find a club – a jazz band singing
and order wine and stop to listen
They play my song – I sense a smile
from the brunette sitting at the bar
‘Come here often’, she says on cue
‘my first time’ I reply – obtuse
Blonde streaks within her mousy brown
her hair swishes – up then down
Her body slinks – her hands look supple
she turns to look – her fingers coupled
She turns away and sits and waits
her dress pulled up – her legs crossed over
This is my eternal now
I manage a smile – I raise a brow
She winks and stands and walks away
as if on a lead I follow
This is my eternal now –
for us there will be no ‘tomorrow’
sensualism 