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August '24

River pebble, you lie smooth
And firm, washed by currents of
Hot and cold.

I sweep my hand up and down
Your skin and memorise your
Swooping slopes.

I lower my lips along
your shadowy chest and down
to soft moss.

I take your face in my hands
And see your grey river eyes,
"When again...?"


Lublin - late summer

we kiss in your room under the John Paul II calendar and Mary icon.
we have three hours left. what time is it? we have an hour, half, 15 minutes. left.
see you sometime. maybe.

London - early autumn

we kiss in the Royal Academy, Royal Albert Hall, St. James' Park, National Gallery, Westminster cathedral, Houses of Parliament. in view of Westminster tower. kaffee und kuchen in V&A.

tomato leaf candle. Low light. 'If I'm not careful, I'm going to fall in love with you'.

I'm already in love with you

see you in a week.

Riga - autumn

we kiss under the red traffic light waiting for it to turn green. leopard print sheets.
we kiss on the peat bog, dowsed in sun, 'i'm so in love with you'. kaffee und kuchen with Andris.
we get on a bus to Tartu, sleeping, reading, fingers entwined.

Tartu

we kiss in the kitchen with Molly the cat staring. mattress on floor, plants cover windowsill.
we kiss in the Estonian National Museum.
see you next week.

Krakow - autumn

we kiss in the rain under the horse chestnuts. new apartment, white echoey walls. piano comes in from the courtyard.
see you my love.

Poznan - late autumn

we kiss in the train to Gniezno. blue eyes. tiny airbnb. kaffee und kuchen (pistacchio sernik).
see you next year.

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