speak to me

our love meets up

sometimes

in random places

where we cannot express truly what it is we feel for each other

in only that brief moment

you were pouring cola into your rum

and I

was standing across from you

approaching on tip toes

over telephone calls

and emails sent

from your girlfriend

telling me to never

speak to you again

and i

for three minutes

had your attention

there in the hall

where we were together ten years ago and you look the same now

you in

your tux

sometimes our love meets up

in random places

where all that is exchanged

between our bodies

surrounded by all these watching eyes

is an embrace

as i feel your lips so near

to my face

even a month after this

i still dream

of you

and it will never be what it once was when we were so in love

but i feel you pulsing through my veins

drifting me into daydreams

and there is a love that will always remain

left unspoken

my first love

until

our love meets up

in some random place