Riffin’ on a thick description – Take 2
so still she sits
opposite you
on an everyday train
watery eyes
vanish
into her screen
her perfume
conjures flowers
you’ve not yet seen
with shades
of pastel pink and gold
filigree edges
swirling in a vortex
chasing a future perfect time
underground
in the loop
sound is magnified
she speaks
sotto voce
her thumb and forefinger
expand her screen
her face waxes stronger
her brow smooths
she taps letters
into words
her glistening red lips
slip into a parted smile
as she presses ‘post’
her words
slide into a void
of gone but not yet read
you write
seventeen syllables
posted to Twitter
#haiku #commute
laptop open
he taps his phone
screen saver blinks
he strokes
a hollow surface
a slight eye contraction
a twitch or a wink
possibly faked
plump words link
piling together
unpacking
a thick wink’s
knowing
blinking
he rubs
a fingertip
over the corner
of his eye
because
the person beside you
has no idea the words
he reads
on the screen
are from you
bathers stitching
Marousia 