The Matter:
I’ve been looking for you
ever since I learned to remember things;
its been a while since we met.
An easy smile
separated bristly cheeks,
he slid a hand forward:
a calm handshake.
But we’ve just met.
I don’t know you.
An abrupt curl fell
over startled coal eyes.
Hair curled tenderly around the wrist that
politely flicked the truant curl away.
Ummm…
The silence bristled;
weight of unspoken words
seething an undulating street.
The Moment:
Pulsating with the buzz
of roadside vendors,
the street blazed in the heat.
The tangy gol-gappa syrup
tingled her fingers.
A group of girls
scattered around the vendor
in a crude semi- circle giggled;
looking him up and down.
Dense pink lips murmured:
When shall we meet again?
A cheek dimpled,
giving way to a syrupy smile.
We’re coming to have gol-gappas
day after too methinks.
Another burst of giggles:
this time incredulous.
Perspective:
In the distance her friends
shook heads
mouthing muggy lessons of
caution: a propos too many gol-gappas
and strange men.
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