I envy – in
the way her lipstick contemplates
the contours of her mouth.
Always, for the first time
in unknown places, we danced.
Concealed minds, mingling
as the flowers
languish to impressions.
Never not for a moment – in the
time it takes to quieten
did we stoop
to raise the tempo.
Absent stumbles, persuading
dark ridges
that jade observer’s eyes
our favoured, parallel
minds
leaving misplaced
doubts, standing dormant in repose…
