The light of various senses
We proceeded to
In convoy
Me watching you watching me
You spent a lot, I did too
Because it seemed that time was running out
And it was the only
Thing to do
In an alleyway of cobblestones and
Artistic sensibilities
At the very doors of a fine establishment
Somewhere between caffeine and a glance
We met
A madman, who, amid lifts of his crutch, said:
“Ever read Kafka at four in the morning?
Chain-smoking and wishing
Your head wouldn’t hurt?”
The shades of the day snapped
Belted by simple
Star-gazing, and meandering
Allowing
Thoughts to match up and intertwine
Procreate and unravel
I stole a glimpse at us
As we approached
A parked car
Gave thanks
For the fire we had,
As embers
Got caught in my throat
Later in that endless journey
In a roadside café
I came across graffiti
“I love Kafka”
Someone had scrawled
Then
In black marker, superseding it
“But Sex is Better”