Thursday morning soldiers

Sunny in the mountains,
fatigues and an open backed truck

and all of them clean-shaven
and high cheek-boned
catcalling the girls on the bus who sigh
and turn away, more intent on their
diamond lives

I am on my way to work
in chiffon and gentle, pervasive optimism
I see them draw alongside,
these golden men
and imagine them
feeling Sha Tin’s morning mist
over the mountains like
cool breath from a first, pensive
fine-boned lover,
exquisitely China.

Into my ear Womack croons
a sexier California
dreaming as I watch them
pull away, swathed in gold and green
and for a moment this could be
Vietnam
and I could be carrying the child of
a man like them.

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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