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Click hereMind the gap, American!
you're American
anywhere you go
these days
A nightingale melodic thrill
pierced the rumble mumble
of Osaka Grand Central
something or the other.
I wasn't there for place names
but for faces
and smells
For a face I turned,
and for a smile...
curious black pools
and a white enamel line
behind shy lips
...to melt
right before the gap,
and lost my speech
for a second.
What glimmers deep in there?
Why does her hair fall
like so...
golden cut angle
geometric perfection
even while caught
by swirl and whisp
...and who ignited that fire?
But a crooked Thank you
escaped my lips
somehow at last,
and my sweaty palm
extended a greeting,
careful not to crush
her slender shape
to introduce
Kimika, passer-by, goer-north.
Come, American. Better seats
in the other end.
and who the hell
was I to argue?
Some hours passing by,
diversion, new smells
and a face ever imprinted
when I close my eyes.
So where you going, American?
So am I, oh let me show you
all the things I love.
there are so many fractions
of any given place...
...the Great Dragon
no exception
A day and a night,
fast forward by,
to a Tokyo morning
and two happy
but hung over travellers
still quite strangers
part way
on a summer dry street
with a tight hug,
and a kiss on the cheek.
the only one I got,
but I don't mind,
I got faces and smells,
demand nothing more
And I never got around
to tell her
I'm not American.
So I guess I still might be,
somewhere up north
from Osaka Grand Central
something or the other,
when she close her lids.
A snapshot - a memory tinted slightly with regret. Lovely images. A gentle read.
especially the pace of this poem and the description of her hair... you are really good Liar and your talent shines through nuclear in this poem, one of your best I think :)
of my own
I love this
brought back some wonderful memories for me
Thank you