The glimmer in his hair, those kaleidoscope eyes, Isn’t he lovely? With lustre and humid afternoons We jumped on plastic sheeting Till our cyclist’s thighs and drummer’s fringe Ached for the next day’s meeting.
Yen for one such as you, Sidled up in the overtaking lane. A flashing red passed me by, mouthing ‘Mother and child reunion is just a song.’
And with that I wished for you, Non-existent, imaginary you.
But for now, marmalade sticks together A household of three companions As we wait for our January highs And commiserate November rains.
I’m the one of them who wishes That she could sing Wonder’s song aloud To you. Imaginary, non-existent you.
not sure about phrasing...or how the poem works as a unit..draft?