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.




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.



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