Glimmer

Every day I pass by your street and look up to your tower to catch a glimpse of you - perhaps watching me pass by, with a smile on your face, and a thoughtfulness that gives you away.

It’s a glimmer I hold on to - but the window is empty.

My head hangs slightly as I continue my journey to work, which now seems more arduous than ever.

At night I can see your tower, alight like a beacon to those below who come to bask in your presence. Shadows play with the darker corners and the shape of a silhouette catches my eye, is it yours? No, the window is still empty - for now.

One day I’ll look up there to see you there, with someone else, with that familiar glimmer in your eye sparkling only for them.

My own glimmer will fade, and our paths drift further apart, though our footsteps continue to pass each other silently – nearby, but out of step.

Love, Longing and Punctuality

The chirpy chatter of lorikeets wakes us in the morning.

"Fucking birds...", you mutter and slowly detach yourself from the jigsaw puzzle we formed during the night.

I love those birds. I'm not really offended though, because I know you don't mean it. Even with the pillow covering your face, I can hear your smile.

Just as we drift back to our dreams, the sharp tone of a mobile phone alarm sounds...

It's mine.

Snooze #1:  Just 15 minutes more...

By minute #6, we're wrapped together again, ignoring that slightly annoying smell emanating out of our dank mouths. That's what love does... Familiarity however, tends to undo that somewhat, so by day #32 you'll be getting up secretly at 4.30 just to brush your teeth for me. 

By day #102, we'll probably think that kissing just gets in the way of breakfast.

Dar...dar...dar...  Snooze #2:  Just 15 minutes more...

This time it's minute #8 before we're back to our jigsaw puzzle, feigning sleep to appease the god of Time. But he isn't easily fooled.

Dar...dar...dar... Snooze #3 ...

It's 9:07am. I'm at work now - slightly late - but feeling more alive than ever before... 

Just as my heart skips time whenever you're near, my day skips through its paces until I'm back with you again and finding where these pieces of our lives fit together.

Beneath the Streetlight named Desire...

Ok so it's been a while between posts... but I have a good excuse this time, I swear! I've been preoccupied with matters of the heart. Here's how the result of my eye-flirting turned out.

Beneath the Streetlight Named Desire

Balmy nights and the changing mood of Spring sent me into the streets for a wander - and it was there that I met you, under a Streetlight named Desire. Your brilliance - illuminating and surprising my body with the sensations it brings as my pulse becomes quicker.

Stepping from the obscurity of the shadows, you caught my mischievous eyes and flashed me what I would come to know as your trademark grin. I recklessly approached and managed a hello.

After just a few words, we both knew where our street encounter was heading...

The moment our lips locked together in a fervent grab in your elevator, I was both hooked and sunk. The passion, comfort and instant intensity of the emotions that began that night under the streetlight, I don't think I have ever felt like that before.

In the corners of my once darkened heart, a streetlight now burns bright...