A Poem
My friend opens the door to her toasty apartment
I enter and she wraps me with her warm embrace
She said she needed to finish a chat with a friend on the phone
So I made my way to her living room
Which was painted golden by the sweet hour of the sun
My friend refuses to believe in the mechanism of her blinders
Her carpet floor soaked by the heat of the day
Is she preserving heat for the colder days, I constantly wondered
Her couch has a better tan than I do
If I stayed any longer I would evaporate into the walls
But this humorous struggle in my head didn’t stop me from lighting a cigarette
I figured what’s the worst that could happen
If I evaporate, at least I’ll leave my popular scent behind
So I lit my cigarette and felt the burn of regret instantly
The addict in me rolled her eyes
And continued to file her devilled nails
To my luck, my friend’s apartment has an inspirational view
The city of London right before my eyes
All of what people pay to see, carry papers and fly borders for
Is right in front of me for free
The trains might not be but the experience surely is
The London eye, rotating like the earth
The Tower Bridge like the elephants on a chess board
And the Shard, raised to the sky for a chance to launch into the ether
But it never will
To us the Shard is a firm structure with a crystal tip
And we fancy the possibility of offering a gentle squat from above
But to the universe, all the Shard will ever be is an insignificant point
And to the Shard, all we are is validation and the occasional objectification
In that moment, my peripheral vision caught a movement
Familiar to the train of thought I had for the Shard
In a singular cubicle of the flat opposite to my friend’s building
I saw the cheeks of a man breathing heavily
Moving to and fro for a lovely time with his companion
I caught no glimpse of his company
But his happy movements masked my curiosity
My friend finally joined me and I told her about my findings
We shared the cigarette now and witnessed an imminent climax
Our heads tilted to the direction of his positions
As he was leaning over his bed with his feet dangling past the edge
My friend pondered the curiosity of who he was with
And just then, he moved further up the bed
He was now on his back and all we could see is him from the knee down
But the rays of the sun captured the dents of his muscular calves
As he thrusted with an increasing pace
My friend intuitively guessed that the end is near
And she was right, his legs and feet straightened and pointed
Flattened by exhaustion
Swaying his feet after a satisfying session
My friend gave me back the cigarette
Smirking at our violation
Blowing the smoke in my face for involving her in the crime
However, we were in too deep
We had to put faces to this seemingly gorgeous couple
So we continued to look
The man after a couple of minutes finally moved to the edge of the bed
He looked back, patted his companion gently with his hand
And stood up to look at them in adoration
My friend and I felt the emotions between them
We awed in silence
He then reached out and pulled his companion out of the bed
And what we saw turned our awes into dropped jaws
The man carried his doll into the shower with him
Carelessly bumping and bouncing it off the walls on the way
My friend and I looked at each other with great amusement
We thought his performance was at the top of the tier
I then told her, in earnest, that I think his time…
To which she concluded, has come.
2Shades Magazine 