I settled on love
before I fell – drunk

on your kissed-sips –
your wet heat
on my unfurled tongue –

as if a roll of embers
tipped from your glass –

were left to tumble –
to trail a curlicue
of your intoxications

from your open mouth –
burning to my core

Your infusion
has turned me into
a dance floor fool

You sit
and you listen
to this –

he says to –
which you hear
as you kiss

You wonder
why you stay –

as he stands
to walk away –

and I want
such distances –

too far –
we shall never kiss

As our mouths
toured together
in that slow
exploration
I found my heaven.

Unexpectedly
on the platform,
our meeting,
with two languages
our common enemy,
but also an equaliser
to tie our tongues,
before they move
with each other,
and I find, again,
your mouth on mine.