I think of you in light
Black dag in Midi sun
Coils of inky hair
Abundant torso

But you burrow
In your kleptomaniac flat
Searching for counter space
For a greedy device

Time unfurls its mast
Inca muses Hispano Suiza
A shaft of nor’west arch
White bread Whirlpool Fisher Paykel

Days of dates
That never counted
Hardboiled eggs and Hamsun
Walloon sailor wears civvies

Lofoten or Bruges
Mistaken for anything but what I am
Tugs and kissy kissy
Les yeux bleus

I arrange anonymity in narrow streets
Flurries of fanny packs
Widow’s peak vista
Travelling aesthete

One-sided photos
Neophyte turista
Loitering never
Eastie bolt-hole awaits

A swarthy marauder
Who is sometimes sated
She is his until he is
Par avion

Massachusetts-based author A.S. Spence is a Library Assistant and MA, English, candidate at Bridgewater State University.