encounters

i was going through my old poems/songs/whatever and i stumbled upon this one,
i remember writing in a restaurant in Yerevan (Armenia's capital), the paplavok café i think it was called, in august 2003, but as hard as i try, i cannot remember what the person i'm talking about looks like... it's very weird that i don't, since i remember everything else, the colours, the smells, the water fountain in the middle of the pool... even the jazzy music that was playing (which inspired me write another thingy as well)...
and i remember that it was a warm day, just a day or two before the heatwave struck...

i was planning on going back to yerevan this summer but that didn't work out...
i should try to go back still, and i'd visit that restaurant, if it's still there, for sure...

in the meantime, here's what i wrote, it's not my best work obviously, but it has a lot of feelings/memories, albeit rather short ones, attached to it...

if i could just remember that face again...

Face, smile, hand, back…:

Gliding across the water

In your pink inflatable boat

I’ll be picking other colors

To keep you spinning in my thoughts

Round and round here’s what I caught

Face, smile, hand, back…

You should see me trying

Not to jump straight ahead

Unbuttoning what’s hiding

The wonders inhabiting your chest

My hands I will not rest

Face, smile, hand, back…

And in all of its glory

This city will not prevent

My sanity from exploring

Every single path it has laid

I will cross barrages with images in my head

Face, smile, hand, back…

But a new image has stopped me dead

An innocent voice claiming my loss

Our incident is over

Another has just begun

In a second I will be gone

Face, smile, hand, back…