I recall the day, the hour, the moment
when I first met you.
You were hanging around, with little to do,
Nor much on your mind.
But you arrested me, stopped my heart,
Dissolved the world around me until I stood,
Alone,
Aloof,
Stranded.
Your paint had long since dried,
and the eye that last saw you thus
was long since dead. You were immobile
on a wall of green paint bored with your presence.
But that day you breathed,
you sang and lusted and reached silently
for me
with
your hand.
Amidst the loud cacophony of voices crying to be heard,
You were noiseless. The disharmony of your fellows
Followed me everywhere, harrying, provoking,
Until I knew what value there was in silence.
And you were that silence, restrained, watching,
Testing my reaction until I stopped
And looked
At you
for ever.
For R, Always.