i was standing with her there, in the sunlight,
and she moved closer to me, and I felt her arm brush against mine
and the warmth of it all, the breezy glow
of skin and skin - yet deeper;
her smile was more than flesh: it was spirit,
and the pain went away,
and she brought the summer days to me -
those fresh, raw, painless days of
exposure and light and easy loving
and wanting to take the next inwards breath.
thirsting after life and my next heartbeat,
because our laughter paints these streets with gold.
our footsteps, together, on the cobbles
are more than drumbeats: they're a symphony.
well, she gave me everything with that touch
yet without knowing it - and it was enough to know
that her friendship could carry me, and
i could fly - fly in cloudless skies and
with the light of a thousand suns, forever.