Rendezvous
I want to kiss you on the horizon, where our universes meet I am cold, I will tell you, and your hand will fly from the cage that is your pocket and land on my shoulder We will look at the world before us, cursory intertwined It is too much, you will tell me, and I nod and acknowledge the insistent curiosity that hangs in the air Oh, to jump off bridges, feel the sun on our foreheads to let go, to speak, to feel. To listen what our world has to tell us - Independently To each explore a separate cosmos, and their occasional touching of lips











