Love travels sideways, Down dark alleys, Along winding country lanes;
Arrives late, Hesitates too long, Leaves early;
A journey to take, A destination unmapped, An invitation to linger when we least expect it.
Her clear lazuline gaze ******* my clumsy attempt at transparency, an unambiguous hesitation the length of a skipped heartbeat. I watched her eyes darken and spool as realisation ebbed and flowed, and ebbed and flowed again. 'Let’s go,’ she said, pulling me gently to my feet. 'And listen to the ocean breathe.'