Where Chairs Bend
Two chairs fronting each other like absent souls
while bodies freeze. A "closed sign" thawing
unspoken phrases. Walls divide the panels;
such silence a night couldn’t hold their hands,
not even the delicacy of latte could nudge
the tenderness of conquered stars.
Here, the beloved and the lover
are absorbed in separate worlds, torn
by stains of cafe's table. Figures lounging
as if the mild taste of a wind pulls
the seats' hips through flapping of jays.
Flesh meets flesh; mouths lost in wonder.
A spine quivers, the other gently circles
the errant waist ---
chairs bend as one smiles to disarm.
There is no other way.
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1 Feb 2014
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2014
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