The day was golden
Like the liquor
But more intoxicating

Pure concentrated
Yearning
Years in the making

I look down
At the table
And try with
All my might
To memorise
Everything

The buzz of the cafe
The scent of the chai latte
Sugarcubes left to right
White white brown white brown white
Horizon light
Touches your face

I hold your gaze

Not even the rail replacement bus
Can dampen my love
For us

But it numbed my butt

Just after noon
We left the country
Highland

I smiled at the view
And you

You

Onomatomania
Today, much earlier
Like a sparrow’s fart
Channel fever
Hit my heart

I woke with a start
Held you close
And never let go