Where your hair ended and your school blazer began,
That flash of skin!
My first kiss.
In the mirror: Two!
My hand forever in yours.
My heart fizzing:
The first cut.
A perfect friendship.
A love we couldn’t live,
Until a stolen day in the sunshine,
When we found each other in the bottom of a can of warm cider.
The smell of vintage sheepskin.
Pink Floyd’s poetry passed off as your own,
And me too high to tell.
Boyish enthusiasm turned sour.
The safety of familiarity and smaller desires.
Concrete, copper piping and tea stained paper.
You couldn’t see red.
Your smile when your eyes caught mine through summertime crowds.
Camping and surfing and scaling hills.
Books and writing
And red wine in bed.
All consuming need.
A ring on my finger.
A near miss.
A final, tender, kiss.
Your unconditional appreciation:
So what’s next?