Street corner

   Crossing from Batterseabrown bottled river;you going North, me trudging Southour fingers stretched to elasticour footsteps sticky as we pull apart. Your kisses always tastelike sunshine, light a fireto steam London drizzleinto Rome twilights. Our words paint picturesin the air, I see you watchmy lips move:imagining the taste of the sentencesswallowing my song. You’ve watched me slidethrough another’s fingersnoted the curves I’ve inspired,only another pair of brownanonymous eyes. Light grows a minute a day this time of yearand our kisses on street cornersgrow pink blossom in January,while sun meanders scantily. We remember no huge    “forever”yet forever is where,we always reside.