Jie Fang Lu: 10:25pm

By a_harmless_poet

Mon, 13 Sep 2004

Your lips float like bubbles
eyeing each vehicle's trail of colour
cutting through the night like whiplash.

Sleek cars cruise between lanes
buses hurtle, capturing the sidewalk's sparkle
in dark transparent windows.

Taxis slow at the feet of pedestrians then accelerate
back into the caucus-race of traffic
eroding the city's concrete skin.

A blink and the moment's past;
your lips melt on the black pavement
and a red cab's vacant sign stares on into the flood-lit night.