galumphing through a bookshop in my home city
i attempt to read some Taiwanese poetry
understanding every other word,
my mind screams
barely piecing together
a fragment of someone else soul
preaching about the transient quality of attraction
… (i think)
feeling a phoney,
i scramble back to the “Foreign Language“ section
where I am strong again-
and think myself
in a place,
according to my passport,
– inspired by a pair of gorgeous eyes –
Infatuated by vermilion
Charmed to death by emerald
They say beauty pertains particular
To each eye, to stare and behold
These colours so beguile me
Confused, whether “either/or”.
It is them that provokes wise smiling
On my face and in my core
I sought your gaze across the room
And filled with sudden panic,
Swept away by an alluring bloom
Of a desire rather static
Is it the green of your irises
That draws me to your looks?
I’m aware of my own biases
Which I often have mistook
Is it the teal of your cardigan?
I approach with pretense, and try again
To ascertain curiosity-
Contemplate attraction’s philosophy
I suppose it matters not.
What matters is, “I’m got”.
For weeks have passed- it is your guise!
The only stranger
I’ve not forgot.