What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

 

 

Cute Strangers

 

 

 

 

I took a random bus from pain to exoneration,

At last the wind succeeded in catching me,

At once it changed its mind,

Brushing lightly through my hair,

It sighed and changed the direction,

It left me messed up and free,

Weird objects that looked like people,

Bridges, buildings and hasty cars,

They sailed away,

They submitted,

It wasn’t a bus,

It was the last solid place on the Earth,

The most unshakable scrap of the land,

It had its time and laws,

We were a few last dwellers,

Everyone felt the Universe move,

It carried patiently its own cross,

Vividly I looked around,

I wanted to start a conversation,

With someone I didn’t knew,

Someone who didn’t remind me of corpses and wreckage,

Someone who was a girl,

Good-looking, naïve and true,

The girl on the bus was very attractive,

I named her Lucy,

I don’t know why,

Violating all good manners,

For a moment I stared at her,

For a moment my soul forgot to cry,

It wasn’t a book,

It was other dimension,

‘Arlekin, classics or modern? I thought,

The answer didn’t matter,

She lived in the pages,

She loved, hated and died,

With all her girlish heart,

Lucy smiled,

In a second she frowned,

Pouting her plump lips,

Blue eyes, cute facial features,

I tried to catch her thoughts,

Sneaking among unruly monkeying with me copper curls,

I leaned forward to read the book title,

Sneaking a peek at it,

Lucy closed the book and hid it,

I saw nothing except for her eyes,

‘What is your name?’

She didn’t answer,

It was her stop,

She had to get off,

‘Give me your telephone number,

I didn’t read this book,

Can you tell me about it?

I wonder does it have any worth?’

She smiled and stepped toward the exit,

I forced my card on her palm,

The bus door slammed shut behind her,

I didn’t hear her ‘yes’,

The thought stayed in my hand,

It had just descended,

From the attic of my mind.