We took our time, 

As one would – 

When reading

A long lost love poem, 

Or rolling a cigarette. 

Your sharp tongue – 

Loses presence and form, 

Giving way,  like a tide in retreat,

And where water meets sand, 

Like my mouth on yours – 

We find love. 

A tsunami,  an emotion. 

Kevin Brown © 15.10.2016