there was a time when i was not in love –
delighted in equal measure at all my dates
always managed a delectable few hours with each one.
there was the possibility of kisses –
the anticipation of these
at the back of taxis
in the corridors of underground stations
and at street corners before parting
in dark passages off the beaten track
in the last row of cinemas as the film played on
walking along the Thames or a wooded glade.
since meeting my lover it hasn’t been the same
His are now the kisses i ache for, i count
the spans of time until we meet again.