Lurker

Lurker

In the alleyways and campos

You call for me.

The drizzle dances softly on cobbles

streams of steam rise

curling between the

lovers replete with Lavazza

and Bardolino

with closed sly eyes

they listen to the music and sway.

In their endless dreams they

live their lives in seamless

dreamy films of love and betrayal.

I am a watcher – a streetwalker

a lurker who watches all life

I am a seeker in the dark,

a player of the night.

I jump softly down.

The drizzle soaks my coat.

With swiftness I run

past the drunks

with their empty bottles.

I slink past the shadows

in doorways where

I hear the promised lies

mix with groans of pleasure

I see them all.

My

electric eyes glowing -

feel them watching

you.

I hear her call my name

I’m gone, I’m home, I’m tired.

I’m loved.

I am cat.

copyright: Diana Leighton 2014