Passionate Souls - Love's Strange Places Triliogy

man on the street (love�s strange places - part 2)

his heart
         spoke
in tender saxophone
    and was a warm white
echoing in the lamplight
       of 2nd and 21st street-

his soul sung
    of blue
but preferred notes in red
and the brilliance in his eyes
    were swimming,
for someone of spirit
    to fall into-

as he inhaled deeply
      and breathed out a cloud
watching it float ,
    in the blackened still ,
the silver giant
approached
   and stopped
with a �hissssss�
and a "crr-e-e-e-a-k",

pulling his rough collar
    over his chin
he surfs through
    the dreary congregation
of grey faces and scarves
packed tight
    into the shiny interior
       huddling to themselves

caught in the paralleled world
      shining in the glass
his eyes searched
the souls lined in rows,
but there was no woman
     to hear his song
   but teenage girls
in belly tops and flares
      staggering
         on platform heels
only noticing
   the fairness of his face,
never once
      looking into his eyes
as though he were the flat cover
     of a magazine-

and the mellow sound
of the sax
        went on singing softly
              of blue
   wishing only
for the red
     of the tune.

lovers on the bus (love�s strange places - part 3)

soft murmurs
drizzled
and recoiled
      from the droves
of dark grey fabric
      and would silence themselves
   with the sharp �ding�
of the bell,

each pair of eyes
    lifting
     only for a moment
to see which body
was leaving
and which crisp blue seat
would come free
      as the silver giant
slowly released her load
    into the dreary
      November streets,

here a pair of bright eyes
singing
       softly
with their saxophone refrain
found two
              little
                pools
of mystical experiences
    floating,
          softly
          staring back
through the pale
                       white
                         reflections
growing off the night-

   two bodies
             turned
                 to gaze
for just a moment
     and were captured
         in the solace,

his eyes
           held
                onto to hers

    with a warm
                       white
                             touch

and began to find
        the colours of the tune
that alluded
      his soul
             for so long,

    and locked
into the streams
that poured
    from his eyes,
           her�s danced on
    spinning
             wildly
    to the soft
                    red
                       tune
       of his saxophone
                              blues.

woman on the bus (love�s strange places- part 1)

     her eyes
were
     little mystical experiences
waiting to be had
by any man
brave enough
    to hold them,

with enough nerve
to match
     her soft humorous eyes
with some soul-song
     of his own-

sitting there
      in the pale white glare
reflecting off
           a bold November dark,
and sifting the endless sea
of grey faces
    that poured through
tiny steel doors,
she sought an answer to her call-

bodies pressed firmly against
   the cold blue vinyl
were faded drones,
      almost stationary in form,
except for the tight pulls
    into winter coats
and the odd dodging
           into grey scarves
        to hide
their shallow pools,
         gazing timidly
afraid
     someone might be watching-

but there was nobody except
       flickering streetlights
and lonely shop windows
sauntering by
      and no man
                to sing her red,
       but some teenage boys
   in hip-hop hats
and gansta coats,
    who noticed her eyes
    in the way
an auto mechanic
strolls
the Louver,

           and the little sea of souls
went on spinning
   in her eyes,
          with her heart
      full of wish.