Our lips briefly find favor
And then flee in fright.
My heart jumps a beat,
Resurrecting long forgotten pangs of delight.
Far from a watchful eye overhead,
We linger in the hidden recesses of the night
Struggling to do right –
Wrestling with an angel in our wildness –
Knowing all along
The perils and pain
Of doing what’s wrong.
A siren-song filled with strife
Serenades the unsung words of the fight.
Down the rain-swept streets
My gut flurries with elation
Stirred by the frozen visage of your elusive grin
As your head turned from view.
But soon the strange recollection
Is seamlessly replaced by
Anticipation and trepidation
Of a faintly concealed
And reality disrupts the dreamy melody
Like a reprise of the familiar refrain
Whose regular rhythm beats
A regular pace for the multitudes
Who march in lockstep,
Two-by-two, paired symmetrically
In uniforms of black and blue.
And then there’s you –
Like a red banner whipped by the wind
Proclaiming a victory over the malaise
We’ve been living in.