VGA ( / Kolar)

Late Love

How they strut about, people in love,
How tall they grow, pleased with themselves,
Their hair, glossy, their skin shining.
They don't remember who they have been.

How filmic they are just for this time.
How important they've become - secret, above
The order of things, the dreary mundane.
Every church bell ringing, a fresh sign.

How dull the lot that are not in love.
Their clothes shabby, their skin lustreless;
How clueless they are, hair a mess; how they trudge
Up and down the streets in the rain,

remembering one kiss in a dark alley,
A touch in a changing room, if lucky, a lovely wait
For the phone to ring, maybe, baby.
The past with its rush of velvet, its secret hush

Already miles away, dimming now, in the late day.

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Comments (2)

slaving for love could be quite an incredible experience.
Nice, heartwarm prosework, Vik...pleas for compassion in a showing of clear genuinity.... Poetry from the Heart, say many traditionalist Artisans, Vik, is considered as no more than organized Drama& perhaps you have heard this misnomered Literary Philosophy. True fact is, that the minds eye could not make the connection to the intangibles of good imagery, without the mercuial mind, being jogged, by ones true passion to how they precieve.....nice work '''''''''''''''''''''''''frtank