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

Into One

Leave me
Bad timing
Filterless funnymen
Ghosts of the most awful prose

Wash me
Rhythm of mine
Gleeful girl-woman
Eyes on the here and the now

Find me
In universe perfect metre
Simple-hearted simpleman
Helpless and helpmeet alike