— In Silence —

Alone, under the gargantuan balls of gas

that punctuate the pitch black sky in pulchritude

with their puissant burning — in silence — 

as I walk along the centre of the empty roads

arms outstretched, tiptoes touching

the painted white markings that demark contraflow,

and the tinted bulbs of traffic lights

flash and flicker from green to amber to red — in silence —

signalling to the empty roads that nothing in particular

must stop. I take no heed, rushing through

in half-drunken delight, head polluted by rum

and thoughts of a blissful moment spent with you,

and my brain screams in ecstasy — in silence —

for your presence, as though I could rouse you from your silent sleep,

just as your labial lullaby lacerated my eyes; laconic

— in silence —