
Pablo Luis González
Night of lights
there were two
of them
one fair
the other chestnut
shining out
the crowd
you know how
they are
at that age
resplendent
and sniggering
at what is past
at what is to come
luminous pupils
burning bright
myriads of lights
embracing
and burning the night
into cinders and ash
they came
they giggled
they chortled
they croaked
they watched
they waited
they laughed
they languished
they jumped
they bumped
and yet again
they giggled
as they outshone
the night of lights
incandescent city!
ablaze thunderous
lewd many faces
many voices
labyrinth of desires
and sombre silhouettes
such as the poet’s
prowlers allured
into their magic halo
streetwise
they don’t listen
to fairground Romeos
there’s no sweet songs
in their smooth talk
only steel claws
and desolate dawns
or perhaps death
wearing a zipped up
teddybear skin
and candyfloss
tomorrow
lurks
hard lights
laughter and tears