in the narrow streets of Split
you grabbed hold of me
claimed me as yours

on the kitchen floor
of our hostel
firm hands ran
along the contours
of the other

reliquish all control
over, and just fall
into night
glimmering eternal intense
otherworldly
in this prosaic life

the moment that made us
evaporated
by the blow of the sun
pushing aside the glimmering dark
along with it the words
not meant to be said
in the light of day
or ever again