I-spy?

Poetry deludes me, manages to win each game of i-spy…
Don’t make me stay, don’t you pour on me grey skies…

The lilting of words, the savouring of each syllable…
Oh you make conversation and I am weak… a puddle

The cotton clings to damp skin, rain soaked, thankfully black
Tendrils… curls… dark brown. Cascading ripple effect…

Let’s try something different today… something sweeter
More sugar, more cream, cinnamon, some nice gourmet stuff!

Stares back at me, oh so beautiful, makes me uncomfortable,
We just need to look for the right light and angles.

Photographs, black and white, grainy, in the age of the digicam!
Vintage. Expensive? Such treasured smiles, in their eyes.

Holding each other… sandy feet… the ocean mist and salty lips
Laughter and fresh air make the nariyal paani taste divine.

You and Me. Alone, in airconditioning and horrid white light
Breathing recycled air… We breathe the same air, you and I.