unspectacular

our shoulders are damp from an autumn shower as we push the door open,
Take refuge on narrow cafe chairs where you 
seat my leg in your lap,
And snake your forearm right up my trouserleg.

grin grin. 

Your fingers rest snug on the skin above my knee,
And we’re grinning like lunatics. 

Like cats that got the cream.

like we haven’t already spent two whole weeks together,
bumbling around in the bus and its bed,
watching mist and moons crawl up bavarian hills

we squeezed summer’s last drops from the udder,
I needed that sip so bad
like when My fishing rod caught
first a pike 
then a hawthorn tree

strange how it happens,
our travels end and 
you drop me off at our last stop,
a new home of mine,
come back knocking not a day later - 

and we are again
In the sweet tremor of 
strangers,
meeting with the shy ceremony 
of a first disrobing.

the light flickers peach-soft on your stomach and i always wonder
what is it
that gives each lovemaking such a unique flavour,
a shade you can’t predict and could never repeat

We’d gazed at each other 
In the new vastness of 
This bedroom
This moment,
Utterly different to yesterday’s tempo on the road -
Utterly familiar from a hundred past scenes of meeting
this completely new being

Whose eyes hold me with the stillness
of a summer night’s 
darkest hour

And lets his clothes slide to the floor

stardust rains soft on the scene
like the twinkling eyes
of ten billion worlds watching.

and some days it’s the clatter of cups and 5pm light in a cafe with fogged Windows,
where the day’s been furnished with hours of
unspectacular joy,
simple as the smell of rain and cinnamon
Simple As one brushstroke that
quietly completes 
a painting Like this one :

it’s cold and gray outside
and i love you madly.
all is well.