#3

On our way back to the square
we ran to get to a corner.
I remember being behind you
right then. Legs, damp
and ankles giving way
and we giggle and people stare.

We are, it seems, two peoples
among deep cobbled streets
in the middle of the city.

Your head turned and your
sleepy eyes smiled back and
top lip raised and caught on your teeth,
and stained those teeth.

I know I could not think of much else.
And the day after I laid nearby
in my bed upon the floor and had
long, feverish, dreams of your
lip catching on your teeth.