A bit like Bossa Nova,
the Brazilian rhythm -
with magic.
A bit like us,
like your eyes
your voice,
poetry in the middle of the night.
A bit like our kisses -
short and infinite.
A bit like all places we've been -
the touch of our hands,
for the first time and always.
Good byes at the station.
A bit like a dream,
so old I thought it had died.
Boats and tends.
Stories, reality.
A swimming pool in the blue.
A bit like your long arms,
reaching out to catch me,
as I fall.
A bit like the skies, watching us.
Several bottles of wine,
dancing in Glasgow,
stealing the sun.
A bit like a garden,
the city lights,
endless mid-weeks.
A bit like our bed -
where we get lost.
I was lost.
A bit like finding each other in the universe.
