Omar ImadyIntuition
You were prepared.
You had practised the moves,
Rehearsed the scene.
First, you would offer to hang her coat,
Then invoke a resemblance to Ava —
Dark chestnut on apricot cream.
At some point
You would light her cigarette
And she would understand,
As you accidentally brushed her hand,
That this is simply an invitation
To have coffee,
To forget her exam,
To miss her bus,
To depart her world,
To get on a boat,
To carry your name,
To live and die
On a twilight train
Circling a blessed forsaken land.
But you were prepared,
And you knew,
Somehow you just knew,
That she would understand.