A slight tremour ripples through my
leg – mild – subtly melded with the delicate veneer of
shrimp and champagne. Tingling, I reach towards a cocktail
of pricked humour, pulsating bass – it’s here they say –
and empty glass pendulum swaying
Like the plush sofa before the gaping
stairway and faint breeze and clicking heels on concrete. A beat
– shifting sidewalks undulate vaguely; blurred dapples of my
perception shift, musky sky to blue limousine
glow. Racing by with imperceptible motion.
Laughter resonates, deafening he says – her laugh like
pellucid crystal, warm face that jolts in flickering frames, all raucous
and loose in the flood – is everything still good we ask? Like time’s
disjointed limbs and gestures out of sync. It hangs in
the thick air.
Doors slam open – the beat of thudding feet, pounding hearts
adds to the syncopated rhythm of the nightscape as
I smile and laugh – it’s all right everything is fine she
says I’m good, we’ll walk in while images flash by like a stop
motion kaleidoscope holding her warm hand.