Here’s fourteen lines on impulse – like the way
we hide beneath your jacket in the rain
and find that, since we have the chance today,
I might as well be kissing you again.
This one’s for friendship; this, for pleasant lust.
This one’s for luck, and this one is for trust.
We tell each other secrets, you and I,
and still can look each other in the eye.
So sit down here beside me on the grass,
and never mind the mud, and take my hand,
and kiss me on the mouth, for time will pass
and things won’t always go the way we planned,
but sometimes we find serendipity –
I hope, for now, you find it here with me.
(You are reading this, aren't you? Hope you don't mind.)