The Walker
The Walker
Blossoms virginal in the evening light;
night moistured air presses heavy against the skin.
Caressing; arousing.
Stems cascade over fences in green velvet;
furled heads engorged dusky pink, promise and invite.
Passionate; inflamed.
Spiced perfume thick, smooth, Jersey cream;
sensually enfolds like a lover’s warm, moist touch.
Spent; languid.
Grey executives or tired teachers, busy doctors;
worshipping the secure sameness of a good neighbourhood.
Prim; proper.
Middle class, neat houses, trim lawns;
wealth and position displaying, public trappings of success.
Enigmatic; perplexing.
Such currents run beneath this urbane facade;
passions spent within, unannounced to those at large.
Save one.
How alike we are, watcher and watched;
drugged like vernal sacrifice by Jasmine’s physical scent
Me, you.
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