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...