I saw you.
Unable to control myself,
I tapped a beat
on the plaster
holding my broken self together,
and I wept your song.
Building up,
tap tap tap,
I reached a crescendo
and climaxed my thoughts
in a bellow
across the river,
to where you stood
naked,
exposing your tune
for my distasteful indulgence,
but no need.
I saw more
in the reflection of the seaward flow
of icy cold water,
than in the curve of your cheeks
as you smiled
and I delighted in knowing
I was the only one who’d know you
this way.
Our bodies echoed,
mine broken and hidden from view,
yours flesh bare for all to see,
and we began to dance to the heathen notes.
Ba boom, ca boom, da boom.
We threw our arms
and we were merry,
uniting across the water.
Then we turned
and I hobbled away.
Looking back,
I noticed you didn’t,
and our song was over.