FAITH

Conversations


You sit there squatting on the cooling rocks watching hands and mouths in other hands and mouths. And the sea swells and falls under your feet, marred by dirt and oil. The sun in an orange-purple glow falls on your brown skin making you glow a purple. Soon its blue, a midnight blue, with lights flashing all over. Orange and yellow and white streaks to adorn a still, starless sky, there's a peppy love song on your player that makes you want to smile, so you do, again and again, fish-mouthing words you've learnt by rote. You look in the mirror and see yourself shine, a white halo over your dark forehead. Million-zillion years ago, you stood somewhere here, on a cleaner sea and pulled in joy that promises to dry. And the stolen rum still melts in your mouth, it isn’t happiness but there's a 'thing' about stealing and lying and ensemble that makes you want to scream out and laugh. Bouncing up and down, confusion. Blur; you want them to hate you maybe.

-What's it you want, she asks

He won't reply
~A patient pause~
-Little fingers on your tiny spine,
I'll trace till the moon would burn
A blood clot on your back,
A kiss from me,
You could never forget, he says

-I love you, she says

All is well then. Back to love songs, back to world, back to lights.

I'll see you here some other day, floating on the sea with your infinite calm and rejoice the fact that I could never own or understand you, you frail, frail being, first a man then a celestial-maybe God, maybe Evil as they said.