Meeting
by Joanna
Weaving into one another’s spheres
Arms motioning forward
I find my smile growing
My interest piqued by your reverence
My heart responds to you in ways I have not known
For far too many moons
I find my center opening again
I look down
Over the edge of the balcony
Watching people and cars and raindrops
Illuminated by the streetlamp’s light
I feel your hand rest upon my knee
While your words
Mixed with the scent of rum
Permeate the air around me
We pause
We breathe
We share more than a moment’s glance
With intention
We do no more than kiss
Instead of a tumble
We take turns spilling our pasts
From the pages of printed works
Destined someday to be bound
All while the city’s pulse beats on