Tuesday, September 18, 2012

In Memory of James D. Quinton


these late night london streets, infectious
  
midnight draws
a breath
exhales
mysterious
beautiful
enchantments
wonders and charms

intoxicated
roaming pavement
after pub and club
distant sirens
scream a melody:
in the darkness
there are
cries of danger
drama and delight

tower blocks loom
warm
lights radiate
from the homes within

above
a glimpse of stars
below
the rumble of
an underground train
ahead
a hint of paradise:
the smiles
and joy of a
culturally diverse
band of brothers
and sisters making
for an all night party
a beat
box perched
on a shoulder
sounds blazing out

these late night
london streets,
infectious…


we don’t say a word

tender kisses
harsh words
parting hands
last expressions
strangers now
shared life
discarded
divided
secrets
dreams
laughter
treasured intimacy
touches
sensual moments
memories

to be forgotten

we made love
a thousand times
clinging passionately
all night

now I see you
walking towards me
on the opposite side
of the road
there’s no
acknowledgement
no
eye contact

we don’t say
a word



James D Quinton was a British fiction and poetry writer.  He will be missed by many...

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