The Sophist

2016-03-30 12:00 am

I can see her;
kissing now.
My Melita;
buzzing round.
In the country,
In the town,
In the streets,
And on the ground.
On the subway,
In the suburbs.
Skipping supper;
Back street clubber.
Just a number.
Body of stats,
Sizes,
Dimensions,
Hobbies.
Pride;
Absentia.
Lies she said,
And I believed them.
Yeah?
Did I believed them?
Yeah.
She did too;
Watching me receive them.
Not well.
She buzzed away,
Asked if I could leave her.
Not today,
I chased,
Now I still can't see her.
Now I'm still left waiting.
Thoughts of honey,
And my Melita.