Somewhere
in the back of beyond
we walk down
these dark streets
glinting with rain
& dreams
a thousand stories
(ours only one of them)
I pull you
near
whisper
in your ear
what I would like to do
with you.
You blush
& smile
& nod.
“What...here? ”
“Here &...now? ”
“Why not...why ever not! ”
thinking we are hidden
we put on quite a performance
for the well hidden
CCTV
it totally
aware of us
we totally
unaware of it
until we come
to the end
fixing our hair
straightening our clothes
we give the camera
a friendly wave
fade
back into the night
leaving only the silence
broken by an ambulance siren
only one
of a thousand stories
that can be told.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-movie/
