standing there in her hair
in the middle of the night
street.
Year ago in my youth,
uncouth, naive, shortsighted,
I was.
Thought I did,
that she was the one,
and only she was the sun
in the sky of that year
No, it was weeks,
and it fell and it peaked,
and I prayed
just to kiss her once more.
Now in her lips,
by her hips,
now I slip,
and I laugh at all
the heartbreak before.
In my youth.
