.

not the colour of a sunny sky but steel blue
as if to hug a midday moon while looking
through transparent curves, a stranger`s eyes,
his profile seeded by a blackboard menu,
form collected from a hazy-humid silhouette,
jazz horn snaking through a distant park
rippling langid notes, of dark hair cut short,
cheek bones, tanned skin taken in like lemonade,
in the tuning of a head to buoyant eyes,
two blue-burning mirrors tugging seconds
into lies lived in the instance of a glance,
surprised by what the silence teaches to
the viewer of its chase to chorus every line,
to quickly draw it in with contéd marks
that blur the edge between oneself and
someone else, recording inexplicability

while watching his departure from the veil
of a sunglassed space, his fluid disappearance
trailed like dark shadows sealing water,
til he stopped to briefly turn around,
to find himself in someone else`s face,
in mine, as if to live inside intensity,
to wrap himself in chance encounters,
and for a fleeting moment
residing there

he reminded me of someone else