Strangers

You have me dispersing like cigarette smoke,
Majestic and alluring, and gone in a blink of an eye.
Trickling like raindrops down dark figures
Passing each other by in the black of night.

You have me talking cliché and wearing masks,
A desirable woman in a black dress,
Unknown yet knowing all about you,
Your fear and desire and a glimpse of the absurd,
You have me laughing at humanity,
At the fickle nature of a man.

A plain encounter under city lights,
Shared with a distinct stranger,
Holding hands and cultivating hopes,
Culminating in a near miss of a kiss.

A lifeline, the elastics of time, a week gone,
Trying to remember a face of a possibility,
The voice of reason, the obscurity of certainty,
I need you in ways I fear to admit to an empty page.

Sexuality blooming, peaking, in my head,
Playing out in a future I fear and desire with equal measure.
Where have you come from, Lothario,
Where will be thy end, conquered by a force of nature,
By a storm too thick to fear, too beautiful to doubt.

A winter premiere with thunder and spirit and gust,
A tempest to end all draughts,
And start the great chill.