Lara Roozemond – My Super Hero

I declare Lara my ‘Super Hero’. I know now she leads a double life. Only I can be this lonely, the caged romantic behind a mask. She goes out at night. But, not on a date with a mortal. Her gang of suitors were not born in this lifetime. They missed the double decker bus, and the gondola ride.

So Lara goes it alone, plays the harp at midnight under a bridge on the Seine. I would like to be there with her, carrying a bottle of champagne in a violin case, just in case, she acknowledges my existence.

In the blue ink morn I wake the sleeping beggars curled up across the street in the park, as I creep closer so I can hear, her new Sonata, her liturgy to loneliness, her, Lovemaking – of self! I muffle my long sigh! I go running down the rainy streets, far…