Heathrow
The smell of you lingers
On my fingers and skin;
Eyes blaze after an image fading into
Fused memories of the night,
Torn between adventure and embrace.
I let your hands caress me
And thought I caught the scent of you
As I buried my nostrils in the palm of my hand
And inhaled…
Till the rush, tilt and roar
Stretched the cord of our new love
To a gossamer thread of thought.
5th October 2007
