by Jake Murray29 Jun 2014
We sit in a bar in the depths of London,
A lazy Sunday, the air filled with alcohol
And laughter. I lean forward and tell you
You are precious; you do not understand.
We sit before a sunset, colours wet on the horizon
Like a painter’s screen. Night comes in as we share
Our stories, our adventures, our sorrows, our dreams.
You lie back; I watch you gazing at the stars.
We dance in the dance hall, music loud in our ears.
Others drunken, others shouting, but there is only you and me.
Bodies pressed together, I feel the pound of your heart.
I stare at your eyes and listen. You are silent.