When we meet again, you will kiss me better.
There are wings fluttering
on the edge of my consciousness,
sounds beneath my skin
clutter the airwaves.
I’m here for the one pure melody
but I only catch drifts and bars in snatches,
never the whole song.

I walked on Waterloo Bridge tonight
in the lilac magic hour.
Lights were puncturing the edges of buildings,
the river not yet darkest black,
the light hovering between now
or never.
Perfect happiness even without you.
When I’m without you,
the river is my friend, my consolation prize.
Until we meet again and you can kiss me better.

(London, crossing the Thames at Twilight)

~ May 2010 / Jan 2015