The watered charm of the impossible day
When I did say I’d be back
To claim all trees in leaf
And all bloomed spectacles of scent
For us to own into intemperance.
I failed to save the savour of that day
And the purpose of my hands weaving into yours.
All I kept within the depth of my breath
Was the voluptuous trail of your taste
Lingering on my lips as they parted
To crush all the unspoken truths we held.