Revised You
I posted the poem you yesterday I have reviewed it and changed and hopefully improved it what do you think?
You.
There is no mistaking you,
Standing poised by the jeep,
Surrounded by fractured light, like
a being from another dimension,
Your head thrown back, emitting sounds
that I cannot hear,
I am imagining, the infectious
booming laughter, rolling from your lips.
Images blown like paper, stirring, in the draught
from an open window,
Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork.
As I move closer, you shift, showing
your chiselled profile, from under
the blue baseball cap,
The dark blue fatigues emphasise the sculpted
compactness of your form,
I walk quietly towards you, but some sixth sense,
Causes you to turn, and I am caught
mesmerised, by the brightness of your gaze,
Those glorious grey eyes flecked with gold, dominant
your tanned face, drawing me into your world, your soul ,
My heart hammers.
Images blown like paper, stirring, in the draught
from an open window,
Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork.
I see the colours, the colours of the African day,
Reflected in the honey toned
clarity of your skin,
The vividness of your eyes, the glinting silver
stubble on your chin,
and the crow’s feet wrinkles,
mirroring the drought parched land.
Etched in memory.
Images blown like paper, stirring, in the draught
from an open window,
Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork.
Firm lips, corners kinked, into the hint of a smile,
Speak words in accent less English,
Always a surprise given your antecedents,
There is a hint of croaky gravelliness, in your diction,
Some harshness evident, like the croak of an eagle,
You turn back, then lope off with
long strides, lithe as a big cat,
Your controlled movements, denote a man of action,
Sexuality oozes, even from your retreating form,
How can you be defined?
My Patchwork picture has empty squares.
Images blown like paper, stirring, in the draught
from an open window,
Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork.
There is a cold breeze raising goosebumps on my skin,
As you disappear into the heat haze,
Hopes, dreams, and beliefs unshared,
Images blown like paper, Stirring, in the draught
from an open window,
Random thoughts of you, connected like patchwork,
Whirling, swirling always mine.
