NOOSA

Her eyes are absinth

Watching me through slits

She leans near

The prelude to a kiss

And seems to breath me

Amid the downpour

Hearts race, and we’re both wet

Running, neither upset

It’s dumping, she smiles

Sunny, eyes suddenly runny

Our hands are interlocked and laced

And we’ve slowed our pace

Allow me to make my case—her kisses are soft bombs against my neck and chest, and for four days we played, and if I’d been able, I would have stayed in her arms for longer and lingered there, in her private care. Unaware forever.

But the bus wouldn’t wait, and already I was late. Kissed her and started to miss her the moment I left.

I spent 17 hours, off my feet, in that damned seat.

Heart racing—a far from slow beat with my chest…