November 9, 2011

It can be a night on the pier
And a few spins round
the up-and-down machine
That churns your heart about

Or an up-all-night talk-fest
With an up-till-now
Just good friend
That sets your mind alight

It can be just a hand
Touching slightly another hand
Or a foot left dangling
That pulls the curtains down

Familiar words
Sung over a strange chord
Or track four on the wrong morning
That gets you thinking

You can break at the sight
Of a startled kiss
Or bend and bow
When the winds turn

But you’ll be certain
Only of the afterglow
And late every time
Love decides to show