lost

by John Butterfield

a city
Glasgow
streets tenaments and factories
roads and underpasses
all look alike
in the dark
street lights occasional
signs missing
night
where am I
my destination is somewhere in this direction
somewhere
there was a sign post back there
but now
where am I
in the Glasgow dark
Partick's unfamiliar side streets
intensity of panic increasing
how do I find my way home?

Late night togetherness

Not a Jukebox

nor a band

nor excessive noise

but the soft sultry song

from a solo saxophone

slowly sighing.

Without conversation

having conversed well

and eaten too

we sit close together

comfortable

sipping fine wine

embraced and caressed

by the lilting tones

and each aware of the

tired contentment

in the others eyes.