Shall we eat?

When offered as an invitation,
say for a wedding reception,
where you find an RSVP request
in a colored card paper, and you go,

you get mixed up like coffee, cream and sugar,
swirling indefinitely in a cup,
in this complex group dynamics,
and when placed in a table,
I know the meal has come to its end.

Whenever I see your smiling face
I like to write simile myself,
about the light that fell on my hands,
still holding fork and knife,

enjoying this new web of interactions,
an eye for an eye, a hand for a hand,
forging our social contract, mutually licensing
you and me, to ask the question.

Wide Screen

Your icon appeared in my wide-screen
laptop, like a flash of lightning,
an electric discharge, yielding
to the strength of attraction
between opposites, of protons
and electrons who orbit around
a nucleus, the apparent center
of things, to re-arrange
their structure,
through chemical reactions,
for example, making my eyes gleam
from the reflection.

One Way Street

The movement has gone way beyond
the one small step for man. Even tried
to step back twice, to move this forward.
'That's all folks!' blurted out now
would be like premature ejaculation.
Can you hold back for one more minute
and let me finish first? But these drivers
are like cabbies. When you delay, you pay.
When the service is delayed,
you can try getting discounts 'til elections come.
But on the one hand, the end may be nigh
with priests and merchants accelerating
the turn on the bend. You know it yourself
when you catch sight of a policeman
flagging you down from the other end.
You entered a one way street, man.

Be There

Taking unknown turns slam like a heavy foot
on the brake pedal. What if I had misplaced my map
and my liters of diesel were not good enough?

You have taken me into one of those turns.
I won't get off your track. Just be there
at the next turn.

Link

The sunlight
breaks through glass,

to warm me up
like this laptop.

But how can I be
any warmer

without you,
missing

like a WiFi link,
from it?

Falling Off

Your eyes lost their fear of heights.
You used to hold fast
on something you can grasp.

Not anymore.
You just let go of my hands,
falling off from life to death.