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