lovers in Brighton

lovers in Brighton
they will search your face as you walk by
their  astute eyes like a sharp light
bent in a question mark
are you mine
 
why walk up the Lanes  to Churchill Square
what fun is there
on a Saturday night everything’s closed
besides
Brighton lovers are everywhere
on a night like tonight
appearing right here
right in front of you –  just now look
where the double-decker has gone in red
waving goodbye to a stocking left at our feet
like a fainted black snake begging for help
 
lovers in Brighton
they will sit in every café and bar on a Saturday night
even the forgotten one in a bistro style
where the two of us ended up
you and I in French with some hot American jazz
and Edith Piaf I was trying to sing to you
and in her language
because I liked you so much
people must  have thought
you were my lover and
with the two policemen kissing each other
in a window display
who would deny that you were mine
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About elizadavies

Being a human is an awesome thing. Being able to name the awesomness of it all - sends my mind veering dangerously and beautifully ... Naming the Invisible is my life long challenge ... words which live, describe life and eventually impart life ...
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