London September 1996 Poem by Alexander Downie

It was I that caused her breast to blush and heart to flutter
It was she that crucified me with those carousing eyes
I, she and we falling back as one in moments but few

A kiss that shocked awake to a embrace so tender
and then while walking & talking hand and hand with smiles of confidence
A glance of disbelief as realities truth was gained in the intimate pressing of flesh

The Indian suns gentle radiance came only for us the very next day
The Old Rivers breathing caressed the steps we slowly ventured and encouraged our cupidity
and tender were the seconds which we together grasped

Less I recall a day with such perfection it would be this day
Lost to me in a brief encounter parting after minutes too few
Leaving the coming nights with departed desperation, and desire