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  • We made our separate ways
    to a corner of the park
    and sat
    familiar strangers on the worn wooden bench.
    You on the edge of the seat
    hands in your lap
    while I wove stories
    and watched myself reflected in your sunglasses
    as you glanced and quickly turned away.

    in the dappled green
    while the rush and splash of water
    and the wind through the leaves above
    wove a curtain of sound,
    set aside,
    apart from all the world
    alone in us
    captured in a leafy cell
    all barred with slanted light
    we slipped close
    and closer still.
    You passed me your sunglasses
    to set to one side.

    You asked why and how
    Read the thoughts slipping cross my face.
    Saw me frown and pause.
    Collect, and step again.
    I watched your eyes,
    clear pools
    light and leaf and sky combined,
    and saw myself.

    They talk of falling
    but I know I leapt.
    Not down.
    Not through.
    But towards and in.
    Alive and vibrant in the singular silence
    I heard your mind,
    and answered,

    As the children chased their dogs
    along the paths
    and students entwined
    let thoughts and hands run free,
    gave licence to tongue and lips
    to speak
    to move.

    I breathed you in,
    sunshine and opium.
    Like jigsaw pieces, you whispered,
    and breathless,
    my eyes said yes.

    We walked away again
    to follow separate lives.
    I walked across the small bridge.
    When I looked back you were gone.
    The bench sits empty now
    and as I pass it in the growing dark of an evening
    I see our shadows there
    and smile
    knowing they are holding our places.
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