Big city confusion,
Dazzling neon lights flash
Downtown intersection
Where exited people talk
And laugh at newspaper corners,
Birds perch atop old building roofs
And gaze at me with prayerful eyes
Mystically returning from a saint’s life
In a reincarnation mysterious journey.
I’m all alone in a cold night
Dying for heartbeats not my own
And friendly conversation,
Clutching a letter written in faded ink
Promising a hotel rendezvous
In a neutral city
Where we would kiss beside
Nude window blinds
And experience frenzied passion
More intense than Antony and Cleopatra.
My training is patient and silent meditation
While I seek revelation and self-realization,
And search for my identical twin soul
Waiting in a room with a secret magical number.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-intense-than-antony-and-cleopatra/
