HERE I AM THE SAME
here i am the same
sitting in the dark with you
turning out the stars
that won't do.
from the dimmed grain
light of coffee bars
they look so infinitely plain
against the black backdrop
countless where time can't stop.
once,
everyone has a once-
they lit the canopy
on that journey
now only
tickets of buses and trains
and notes that grew out of numbers and names.
around midnight,
i mull them with moonlight
and stand out in their youth
from this heavy slated roof
i've settled under
and wonder
will i ever find
another time to penetrate
and fascinate
your body with my mind.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones 2012. From his book Pomegranate Flesh. All Rights Reserved.