No matter the words spoken,
this is just another California commitment -
another casual "let's do coffee"
tossed over one shoulder.
Your smile, sunshine on pristine sand -
still, the eyes tell the tale - scudding clouds
always searching the next horizon,
never resting
on the shore of now and then.
Presence eludes you.
Circumspect authenticity
your preferred oxymoron - a conundrum
to those seeking true connection.
You
are an insincere stranger
at an endless cocktail party,
faking eye contact and sipping mimosas
while the sun sets on the Western world,
always staring beyond,
chattering aimlessly about changing the future
whilst gazing over the naked shoulder
of that which stands plainly before you.
You'll hold out, endlessly
for something better than this reality -
sweltering honesty laid on heaving dune,
unfeigned sweat of brow
over beckoning palms.