Someone's deciding weather or not to speak
stumbled across
umbrella less in the rain
lost but not truly
fingers intertwined as we ascended the stairs
the sheer canopy over our bed for mosquitoes
even though there weren't any
just the snippets of sound
and yellow headlights through the darkness
we left the shutters open watching outside from inside each others arms
bagels and oversized bottles of beer for breakfast
in the courtyard on the wrought-iron table & chair set
licking cream cheese from our fingers and tossing crumbs to the black squirrels
resting our feet in each others laps
feeling the late morning sun sizzle off the slanted shingled rooftops
the sound of the approaching métro car
whooshing like pulling the air out of your chest
leaving a hole
filled with joy
mind the gap
stifling heat and open-air markets
chorizo, brie, fresh-baked bread
fruit falling from our arms
more wine
the scent of fresh flowers nearly overwhelmingly sweet
lying in the grass in the shadow of Mont Royal
beaded with sweat, drenched in sunlight
giddy with the sheer beauty of it
feeling the grass against our bare skin
it was so hot we took baths twice a day
eagerly anticipating the night
moving like shadows through the crowd
thumping bass and liquid courage coursing through our veins
you kissed my neck in an alley off the beaten path
never so completely myself as I was there, with you
like forgetting the words to my favourite song
and hearing it again, like new
so familiar and tangible I can taste it beneath my tongue
I want to lose myself in it, in us
please take me back again