Sunday Arrival

I left my lover girl, that busty girl, in Some Grand Place

Got on a plane and just left her there

Smiling, she, chasing me
A happy fool, out of breath, certain she’d succeed eventually

Waiting came, then
Watching

Her eyes half covered, like we were playing hide and seek and it was getting dark

Peeking

She didn’t want to lose me in the misty twilight

She didn’t lose me in the misty twilight

She didn’t lose me

She didn’t

The Great 

All the grand
There is to please, please see
They see as black and white

All the hidden 
That would with all senses be touched
They shoo with tilted heads

“My god?”
The thought to speak tho’ not aloud
“How dare you make time for this?”