Ari I
Scene: Toronto Music Garden
In the green-dappled
shade; purple, yellow,
pink dots
flower the
foliage.
We wind the circle of
the Bach dance
and pause in the
quiet centre.
Only birds rustle
as you pull me in and
kiss me:
"I can be romantic, too"
you say, as I
smilingly acknowledge
its truth.
Well-played
despite your uncouth
tongue and
penchant for
alcohol; I
remember this
first kiss and your
last,
its opening charm
and beauty so
unexpected
and clever.
Ari II
Scene: City Hall
City hall bench
finds us sitting in the
merciful shade
Kids in wisely light-coloured
T-shirts scream and chase each
other 'round sculptures of brains.
Just earlier we wound our
way around them, reading
the artists' reasons why
each one had a different
design.
The big, winding staircase
winds,
above and around us;
cool, stony
on its underside.
We are
listening
and you draw yourself
close to me,
calves grazing beyond our summer shorts.
You like me, I
can tell;
I smile at the thought.
It's been so long
someone has wanted to be near me,
to see through my eyes
and inhabit my
oxygen.
I revel in our
mutual presence
as we silently
flaunt our homo
love
amidst the breeders
with their
shrieking
tweens.
Ari III
Scene: Richmond Towers
Only breezes
shush the netting of the
window mesh;
a sliver smiles
through the half-opened
drape
early birds have not
yet began their day;
an occasional vehicle is the remnant of the
night's
activity:
your breath grazes me
dew-spun neck,
kisses trimming its
trembling surface
You:
selfish, steal my
dormant body;
I -
half-sleeping,
gazing out the tapestry's
small-squares
selfish, smiling in
my gloating beauty,
desired, embraced,
entwined, at
last.
June 28, 2018
Waterloo, ON
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