The Film


Standing in the corner
Amongst the bohemian
Brotherhood of buddies.
And wine laced laughter
I pass you.

I pass you again
As lips, with
Subtle sensuality
Kiss the body
Of Shiraz

We sit, while
Strangers unknown
Play life’s dramas
In the safety
Of a screen

We sit,
Strangers, you and I
Then miss
Each other
In the leaving

Yet seeing
We saw each other
Perhaps that was enough
Perhaps, but
Perhaps not

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