Parasol

What an enlightening

forecast today.

The perfumed fragrance

of body-glazed

city fumes

cleared with

this raining blanket

of blue-night crystals.

My umbrella braces

its still bendy spines

as it embarks

on a rare walk.

With the falling

topaz so frequent

eyes ask for light

and

They

delivered.

*

A mundane

turn of a suburban

corner

heels unhelpingly bold

I'm feeling

different

now.

Physically foolish

in my imaging

flattering fabric

unreal and dry

under the

enduring umbrella.

My eyes meet

a model

the hundred metres away

and the air

deeply inhaled

is fresh and sweet.

My chin rises

to see

then falls

down to humbly

gaze upon an

angel.

*

Such an alluring gait

and quietly strong frame

I see you

over there

ravishing

and magically

blurring the

skyline and nature strips

You

gorgeous

who evokes various trains

of self-hate

stopping at all

infatuated stations

I'm a dense

and wide brick

with a movie-esque

welcoming and loving

parasol

For you, beautiful stranger

Why am I dry

enough to perceive

your saturated

purposeful stride?

Let me be near

yet let me turn away in fear

feet
-
just look ahead.

*

You move so close

to me,

eye candy,

my sweetie.

Forgive me for turning to you

captivating back

with its gem casing.

I long to hold you

together, under my

rainy parasol.