we’re spoilt you and I
when together
alone together
being our true selves
and true to ourselves
with only our past
the past of us together
to measure who we are

yesterday in London
I kept seeking your hand
in the press and teem
of the Saturday crowds
to feel the pulse of you
pulse in me as every step
taken every view shared
bound us together ever
deeper and beyond
passion’s deepest kiss
where words have flown
and thoughts are stilled
and now is suddenly
present everywhere