This track is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/stephenmead3 Eventually, like many of the tracks on SoundCloud, this became part of the "Whispers of Arias" projects free to download at Amazing Tunes, https://amazingtunes.com/stephenmead
The Secret Marriage
Leaving the odd flat
Quartered like dorms
By a hallway where neighbors pass,
I slip onto the street.
Upstairs my roommate snores,
Dozing face up, good, platonic & strong.
What a soundscape to picture: the rain-stained
Sagging ceiling which threatens, every day,
To drop tiles, & her form, a mound of covers,
Out here the breeze picks up sirens.
I hear the whole city breathe.
Sleepless native, I’m wandering again in my old
Detective green trench coat, among the nights’
Restless armies, insomniacs only, other corner
Store cigarette buyers, this 2 a.m. shift of moon
Addicts craving solitude’s fuel…
Now how quiet, so quiet, seems every
Thing. Hansel of the crumb paths, I am followed
By cats, an assortment of shadows & trees lost
Like docks where nobody moors…
To meet you here isn’t timing, no coincidental
Influx of the planets, but plan, pure passion’s strategy.
The wind brings white bags, shreds of newspaper sailing.
My coat unfurls, wraps over your leather. It’s funny.
There should be waves & gulls flapping by while you pull
Hair from my lips. Instead, we get dense pavement, glistening
Telephone cables & kiss formally, a pair of soldiers in silhouette.
Our vows are made from such things:
Hardness & refuse converted to electric refuge.
But love, it’s cold, so cold. The shiny windows of these houses
Strangely gape, mirroring a huff which could blow our hearts in.
Quick, here’s the downtown train, that anonymous ferryman.
Take me to your cellar, cross the threshold & to your bed.