Just Before March

It’s hard to know where to start really
But the top left hand corner is as good as any,
So maybe the night of the invite to an all black party,
Nails included, all guests like shadows or old battered memories
And bulbs all red like a red light district,
And they lay down on slivers of silver tinsel
–skippingforward is like a week or three days
Of watery tea just wet herbs in cups
–A photo shoot finishes and a vegan curry is eaten Cold

and a request for desire is told and bets are lost
and Carnival cries quietly
in the distance because:
the feet were not in the wrong; just not quite in the right place.

But downhill lies a midnight pool
So, off the black clothes came
And down to the fence line
And began the rain
Soothing, the metal bars
Were climbed over
“We’re safe now”, he said “It could look like we live here”
“But I used to live on this street” they replied, “All the sounds sound so familiar to me”
And so, all things silence now, except for the moon, and even the rain
went quiet
Conversations wet
&communications
&bodies floated in the chlorine
Boyuent answers
Flirtatious awareness of hands
Warmed and cooled,
Now, over and out with no need to lock it
Since it was never opened
feeling like we were stealing
Walking out of a shop holding
Hands
–Sydney gave Colombia a full stop–
It’s a long walk back with a squeaky wheel
And sharp rocks
And black cats in
Quiet streets
“Goodbye goodbye, thank you for the towels!”
Now, 1.5 in a small room and showers
& ladders
& shared body heat
are all terrible for getting to sleep,
Small beds are tactical with no head room
Accepted
But unexpected
“Shhhhhh”
we still rattle them off
One by one
And the heat makes waking quick
With only enough time for one
But still new things are learnt:
First coffee,
Then the art show.

A new day moons but Bossy Boots arrives for round two
Turns up the volume
In a bigger room
Closer to morning and with little sleep,
light
fingers
tease
when lifts
for friends beacon
to their airport needs.