Saudade, suddenly you’re back on my mind, sublime and serene, cherished, like when we first met. I haven’t crossed your path in an eternity. Blue ribbon in my hair, your favourite colour, busy streets feel abandoned when you are at home, hiding on top of the fireplace, in your bronze prison.

I tell you mournfully, that you don’t understand me at all, because I know that you know exactly how to show me that you do, and maybe that’s a little bit cruel, but I take my cues from how life has treated me, and I know that you know that too. You told me that…

The sun has set, and she has a long way to go before we’ll see her again. We are dressed up, in the dark, with only candlelight for company, and the soft whispers of the ebony and ivory underneath your flurried fingertips. Our hips are touching, just gently, but there is electricity on the seat…

Colonial colours are standing tall, as your frustrated fingers fidget inside mine, leaning up against the wall, in front of the flag pole, you kiss me, like you wish we were alone, unrestricted, unrelenting. I can taste your true desires, hearing the unspoken words as our bodies grow increasingly and irresistibly close.