Kiss

 After the kiss we knewit was a certainty. Not the first kiss tumbling& effete, but the second then the thirdseemed to gather speed After the first kisstwo strangers shared a dream: you spun me stories of your citycrumbling walls & hidden alley. Shush! You talk too muchyou need answers, there are no questions. The river listensto our breathing beneath these bridgesancient lovers stir memories rekindled. You want to take me homeI need to learn your music memorise the rise & fallof harmonics. My hands became your balmhealing hidden wounds & I wonder if you feelthe brush of swallow’s flight the glance of Angelsfrom the shadows.