In all my dreams, i recognize your face on strangers, and you see me too, the last time, on a muddy street in November..
we nodded like sister agamas aware of the countless times we’d been here, afraid that anything stronger than a nod and they might know you’re my only one.
you are my only one! i remember the echo of your voice from the pit of church swearing forbidden love to me in the presence of a dangerous god, holding hands on the border of his wrath, laughing with our whole mouths, tasting tears, reading our vows delirious in the tone of tongues and supplication..
up from our knees, we went hand in hand, our shadows cast before us on broad street, matching towards the fire that calls us, kissing as we go.