It’s for me purely to kill time when I open Instagram,
all the faces that I’ve followed sofar ,
all the nature wonders that are captured by cameras
seem almost magical,
I’m carried away to a different life, a different place
while sitting in my squalid room smelling of unfinished beer.
and I see you suddenly , like a seagull embraced
by the velvety blue of the sea, there, you stand
proudly with your face toward me, and the sun
scatters down a handful of gold on your masculine body,
It was in Bali, I guess, and the wind ran quiet
on the line down your naked chest and lost to your tight shorts.
I become weak, and a chill runs through me,
what eyes that transfix, what heart that throbs, and what beauty !
The indecencies of my youth, like a wasted part of me,
turn suddenly odious in your gaze.
Saddened, I walk to the balcony facing the city i once knew,
to smoke perhaps, the summer breeze is scorching.
It only seemed yesterday when life bid farewell
and shuffled away , sobbing ,mingling into a flood
of faces in this city ,
While I’m constraint like a patient with the psychosis
of always looking for something in this forgetting world,
Something that I could almost find in you, right here on this picture
while I write your sensual smile into an ode.
For that’s what I have only – a pen, and too eager a heart
to feel, to soar, and to drop heavy again to the iron ground of life.
– to Yaya