After the kiss we knew

it was a certainty.

 

Not the first kiss tumbling

& effete, but

 

the second then the third

seemed to gather speed

 

After the first kiss

two strangers shared a dream:

 

you spun me stories of your city

crumbling walls & hidden alley.

 

Shush!

 

You talk too much

you need answers,

 

there are no questions.

 

The river listens

to our breathing

 

beneath these bridges

ancient lovers stir

 

memories rekindled.

 

You want to take me home

I need to learn your music

 

memorise the rise & fall

of harmonics.

 

My hands became your balm

healing hidden wounds

 

& I wonder if you feel

the brush of swallow’s flight

 

the glance of Angels

from the shadows.