Friday 14 February 2014

When we turned off the engine

When you kissed me and the sun hit the back of your head and warmed my face.
When I watched the sea chopping and changing, restless behind you.
When I saw your eyes closed as our lips met soft.
When all was right and held close as can be.
When there was no place to go and no thing to do.
When all was just me and just you.
When we turned off the engine.
When you kissed me.

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