Catcall

(Silvia, 17th of June, 2017, London)

30 degrees

Candy floss air

Reflector sky

Fairy lights

Tower Bridge forgot its terror

Highly strung 

Terrier summer

Chews all labels off 

The city's face is Narcissus,
Lost in his mirror

On Black Prince Road 

Heat flows like lava

Unnamed 

I stand

In the sticky, naked 

Afterglow

In the heady brine

Of linden flowers 

And hashish 

Bystander mind arrest 

Night's catcall

Speaks one universal language 

Whether it's London, 

Or Bucharest.