almost twilight
we stood motionless
in this place of antiquities
the last flecks of Saturday spilling over
stony shells before a final descent
blades flattened by pigeons and passerby’s
little by little we huddled towards solitude
while the arms of shadows
reached to bridge distance
between our connections.
His breath swept over my hair
I will be leaving soon – I said
Filling the space was the sound of just
Just the heart thumps
Just the sound of sameness
and just the sound of the light
coming from the Zippos
as we read poetry

words and image by malai carrara