A Poem: Aphrodisiac

"Never in September, the air flows like feather, but tonight it enters together and each and every part of it,
makes us surrender to the unanimated things they called sweet and tender." (Jessy Ismoyo, 2017)

Those tired eyes...
Empty sights...
You, there, existing, along with those eyebags...

You take me to the great heights.
You never wear anything white,
   that's why I frame you several nights.

Darling, darling,
  I have overflights tonight.
But, darling, darling,
  you, there, in the air, fly like a kite.
We're different,
  yet so much alike.

You, there, existing, with that indifferent smile,
  that makes the northern lightning strangely strikes.

Darling, darling,
With a bottle of Jack,
  you ask to buy me a cognac.
Darling, darling,
 do you know we're in the sidetrack?

Darling, darling,
  it's 2 AM tonight,
  very long night awaits.
Darling, darling,
  May I ask you a question?
  A question without admiration?
  How could you become such an aphrodisiac?

Darling, darling,
  from now on, I write to you,
  one or two swordlike haiku,
  on my paperback.

Just for you,
  like a parasite,
  every 2 AM,
  every night,
  every site,
  every fight,
  and for dim lights that guide.

Jakarta,
6 September 2017