How was it we were brought together?
A glorious weekend in June,
The sun shone, entranced by our union, refusing to be hidden
As we stood on that balcony, oblivious, and played flawlessly
The parts which the gods had written for us,
Unaware that every word we spoke
Was but the closing of Vulcan’s engine that
Compelled us together.
The evening wore on, and the envious sun
Hid itself in a shroud of mauve and vermilion.
The balmy night drew in, and I fell into unconsciousness
Unaware of my surroundings.
Light greeted me. The crushed whites of an uncovered duvet
Lit by the hasty promises of a coastal morning,
And the azure sea shimmered in the cove.
Gulls called to me, and the tang of salt echoed through my nose.
I turned to find you
Lying completely still beside me,
With your smouldering eyes closed you looked almost angelic,
Ultimately at peace with the world.
We lay in a window seat, not four foot square
Our forms held tightly to each other,
Battling the morning chill that lit up your cheeks,
And there I found perfection.
The wind tussled your hair as you lay,
You held me tighter, instinctively,
And every worry I ever had drifted away
On those playful gusts, and out, over the sea
To join the thoughts of those
That also lay in perfection.