Euston Square: Part II

And it was the strangest thing, a virgin bloom dewy and
Dangerous with new life, found in favourite footsteps on Hampstead Heath
A depth of unanswered infinity in something known so well
Sudden contours of difference and possibility aching burning to
Soft touch tentative in majestic noble childlike terror.

This yearning silence gently broken with drops of maybe-love
Hope in honest eyes and words that for once can be said in
Great blinding freedom, truth in how we felt and how we kissed
So distant from early hours and early days in Bloomsbury university rooms
This time so close, I was full of delicate precious smallness in your arms.

Now a beating drum, shared heartbeat of a pebble dropped in perfect placid
Lake forming ripples that change this calm world unalterably
Dissolving mirrored surface to fathomless deep, an accident neither
Was prepared for in endless exciting city drinking, these night-streets
And smiles no practice for transcendant wishes for your soul.

Today, the sky expands brilliantly azure reminding of the
Promise of youth, of more than skin under our whirlpooled fingers
A fragile solid happiness growing rising on beating wings to reach the heat
Of summer sun, pure white enchantment that we have succumed to,
Finally, in this London of ancient mortar new bricks forever home.



Music- Massive Attack- Dissolved Girl

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