You were never so easily known, as you were then —
under the influence of not much time and somebody else’s
I remember your eye contact, it was off — starting early
then falling too soon — perhaps you knew it burnt my skin
And with such gentle persuasion you turned our rowing
boat of words
all paint and pleasure
away from precedent.
Dawn filled our glasses, made us read love poems.
Once, you stopped me mid-breath, —
just those last few lines again, you said
yes, I said
and the words broke over us in rain, rain.