marsk

on an evening like this one,
 i want the sun to pause just above the horizon
and for the wind to remain on my face

keizersgracht gleams in the dusk

it's an evening
ahead of some rain
-light lingers at the far end of the sky

coffee arrives accompanied by choco-almond drops
you lift a hand to touch my knees
-the orb dips

later,
transiting in a no-man's land,
prostrate on a grey settee
my face gathered in my arms,
i weep

and i remember

pressed against you
in a hall packed with tall, beautiful people,
i didn't feel so small or ugly.
and even as the stubble on your face bruised my cheek,
i felt healed.