Alanna E.A. Rice

Stunned

You look stunningly well, really well. He said
and the saga continued.

The old message is replayed and the hint of history appears.

Wisened hearts momentarily embrace
and spring apart like

caught lovers
until we’re just here

again.

Words hide amongst words masquerading as
idle chatter
but with familiar undertones.

Flattery leads to Nowhere, a destination from before.

He delicately imprinted

his lips onto my
hand –
an indelible intimacy.

And ashamedly, I received
and
was affected.

You looking stunningly well, really well. He said.

And it fell into space.


Bus Ride

John from Blackbess St.Peter
owns this yellow bus we travel on,
a-sway on the West Coast road to the reggae tunes accented by the horn – our soundtrack.

Identified

as Tourist due to
my pale lover,
although my heart and soul beats
for this coral isle.

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