Maudlin In Hong Kong

Goodnight –

Her eyes meet mine
dark mysterious ponds
intoxicating
like her voice
which sounds both Western
and not

I am not drunk.
Two glasses of wine
yet this young woman
symbolises
all my heart has lost

I wish I knew her name
where she’s from
what her life is like
and who she’ll go home to
tonight
if at all

I want to do more
than touch her face
or kiss her mouth –
generous
charming
efficient
she shows me to the door
bids me goodnight

then forgets that I exist.