the twentieth tuesday
twenty weeks. with eyes like sunlight I
walk the streets through town, beaming. my
head rests next to your shoulder, a tiptoed
kiss against your cheek.
in the b'n'b we laughed at our diets through
doritoes kisses and indian meals, peshwari
sickly sweet. communicating through secret
smiles forgetting they couldn't understand,
your hand hidden beneath the table.
winter swept and dusted under duvets, i am
able to see you better. in the park stretching
out under blue skies, we read books and wear
shorts below a cloudless, bright-toothed grin.
in your sunglass reflection i see myself.
twenty weeks. ending sentences with endless
kisses that make my text messages seem cross-
stitched. before love and endless adoration
found a platform, i am yours in cafes, trains
and country paths. yours in spring adventures,
holding hands and endless laughs
