Arpis

Arpis

what a place to be!

I was here before,

I remember the smell

as I take one of the big escalators

that lead us into the tubular structure;

the scent emanating from under, never knew what it was

fascinating though, like the people

all sort of delicatessen type

serious, du monde

fragile lucifers always on the verge of

kindling

one's heart

it was my destiny to return!

a few dingus remain accurate from those times,

one is smell, the other sound of train stations and even

metro engines in constant gear optimization

so meticulously harmonious in Helsinki

so dreadful in London

to this puzzle of history

at night, the cutting hiss of our speed up dreams

would push us one into

another

in concupiscent breaths

Olimpo calling!

this being the proof

that a city doesn't stand on it's own

it is lifted in poetry or engineering or war or wisdom

by the wishful thoughts of millions

each individual, a small cell accounting

for the grandiosity

spread through the borders of this

world

intermittently...

mundane contrasts

engaged in nausea

slept on trains, like everybody

else there was no room left;

standing

after decades of aging

I don't know what I will be looking for

maybe the blue greyish color of her eyes

the fragrance of subducted stairways rolling

endlessly

the pan-erotic measure of a collective

way of being

blended with skylines

and romantic legs

trapping

love

at each

approaching finger of

sweetness

maybe we'll a-muse each other to the door way...

maybe...

but, let's just call it

Paris!

© 2014, JC