Let's set our minds to a consequential meeting,
a first-hand account of a new lovers' greeting.
In a time span new, fast, and fleeting,
it is to you I gape, with my heart still bleating.

I miss the kiss of 'hi, who are you?'
of a question mark over the ocean view.
My arrow will fall so straight and so true,
once you release me from the binds
that I have long since outgrew.

Will you take me from the taste of beer?
From sensations false, and to paradise near.
I want to greet the daylight without a fear,
to kiss your footprints, to keep you here.

Please reach for the hand inside this glove,
this car park wreckage, this artefact of love.
Will you be the branch beckoning my dove?
Will you separate the seas
from the skies above?

I'm waiting for you beneath the smoke,
mixing whiskey and vanilla coke.
I'm half-drunk and half-missing
in my masterstroke,
of vanishing entirely
within evening's cloak.

Let's set our minds to white wine in the sun,
to tracing the playgrounds where we used to run.
You'll signal to me when you're feeling done,
then I'll wilt in my twilight,
and let breath come undone.