I felt much younger then,
bodies so light with love that we could
almost be torn apart by a violent wind,
leaves battered in December night rain.
I listened too closely
to a heart pounding
against my vulnerable skin
to a song that has flown.
An engine I can’t understand,
a longing to dance unrestrained
breathes beneath all that you say.
I felt so much older then.
I was pressed too closely.
Perhaps I wasn’t listening closely enough.
