As if his glamour would never leave him

I'm reading London Triptych -

Thinking of Geoff -

How I first saw him -

At some party with Rich, one young summer -

 Wearing a flying jacket - 

Not dancing - 

Even then, that air of louche melancholy  - 

Later, reading the diary he kept of his travels -

The words he scrawled -

Pages still scented by the bidis he smoked -

The rides hitched with the American girl -

The months in Tehran -

The stony fields - 

The tea house gardens in seared villages -

The kisses of the tribesman near Kandahar - 

I remember him casting coins -

A white moon above our house -

The night air scented by ripe apples - 

Candles lit in the low ceilinged room -

Someone had put on Ricky Lee Jones - 

Geoff saying he'd cast The Well -

Wind over water -

He knew the names of birds -

In Yorkshire, he'd skinned a rabbit, made rabbit stew -

An icy stream ran past a field of thistles - 

We drank red wine listening to the rain -

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Geoff rolling his bravura joints in the Sunbeam Rapier -

Guiding me through the wicked streets -

Parking outside a discrete door -

I was a wide eyed boy, knowing nothing -

I remember the dinner -

The laughter and the stories -

The glistening bottles -

Hardly knowing how I drove back -

Dazed by it all - 

 

Geoff inviting me to yet one more party -

This time with Anne, my new wife - 

My life then one of dizzying kisses, gaudy nights -

Wild swimming in summer rivers -

Arriving at the London house -

Girls wearing dresses made of cobwebs in the narrow hallway -

Geoff's boyfriend upstairs -

A dancer, dark and slender -

Music in every room - 

This last bright memory of him - 

When we were all beautiful -

Before years fell from the sky - 

Geoff dancing as though he were in a story -

As if his glamour would never leave him -

August 2026