A young man looks into the settings of the camera
studying as he would the movement of fish under water.
Noise explodes as stories web under squares of sky light
to drown the old film song from a taxi playing loud in mind.
It is never easy to penetrate the concentration of the man
focusing the lens on the aeroplane waiting to take flight –
the tension of the engine uncoils muscles that cord jaw to shoulder.
Dream fans out wings, triangle of desire pulls up a chair as coffee fumes
spill along the seats in the waiting lounge. After a walnut cake
forked between sips of tea they are still there –
her hair in a lazy knot fell on bare shoulders, breasts a whisper
under the tassel of her shirt goose pimpled his skin into delirious rash.