Poetry

Desperate Kiss

A tranquil land of slow-moving rivers,

Hundreds of lakes that shine like mirrors,

You pick me a bunch of pink wild-flowers,

I could listen to your laugh for hours.

Your auburn hair glistens in the sun,

I feel our story has only just begun,

Your careful touch sends shivers down my spine,

I hold out my hand and our fingers entwine.

Crystal raindrops collect on your lashes,

Fall onto your cheeks in tiny splashes,

You smell of fresh rain and winter pine,

The scent overwhelms my mind.

I see the quiet beauty in your serious gaze,

And I wish we could just hide here for days.

I know you are the one who truly understands,

As we walk and talk and hold hands.

Slowly, slowly the light is fading,

And we are both just waiting, waiting,

Along with the ancient bluebells,

Until we say our final farewell.

Silently you light a fire,

We sit and watch the flames climb higher, and higher,

I recognise a certain perfection,

In your snow-white pale completion.

The colour of the dark blue skies,

Match the exact shade of your eyes,

The fire lit to reflect light on this,

Illuminating our desperate kiss.

Suddenly, I don’t care who people tell us we should be,

In this moment you are everything to me.

I listen to your voice, the trickle of the stream,

Thank you for this day, it has been like a dream.