To seek is to see…

By Simon Dishlieva

I see my life stripped

still in vibrant colours,

My skin is prickling with

the memory of your glances last night.

As the gin pierced my teeth

with a soft recollection of

the very dance I had forgotten,

my thoughts grew suspended in a

stillness I had scarcely known before.

I can feel your eyes yet again

they stretch in a dance upon my drifting body.

And that's us, we never fail

to meet with shameless regards

to that night some time ago

when you pulled me for a slight

exchange of playful recognition.

You've seen us together before,

yet now the thought of sharing our

glances makes your heart

skip past that coldness which

has grown upon your fingertips.

Who am I to say this?..