Of cities, With love

And there you were in front of me
Talking like Paris, smelling of Rome
Finishing my sentences under your breath
As if you’d been there in my reflections of home
In fantasies of kisses that pierced through bone
The kind that dull the noise on a Tuesday afternoon

You reached out your hand, said Hello
Since when did Hello sound like rushing waters?
In the middle of a city, at the top floor of an old building
I dove, I dove so long before…
Before I learned how to swim, before I thought I would need to

To live was to dive, eyes closed and drown
Deep in the waters that the soul called its home
To sink and find there was more to you
Than the one who spoke like Paris and smelled of Rome
You were the deep I’d been digging to find.