In jasmine-drenched heat
She tilts to one side
Ever so slightly and catches me
Flush on the cheek
With a knowing smile.
Our toes inches apart
Fingers clasping strange fabrics,
And eighty pairs of eyes
In the fanned breeze.
Afterwards, as newlyweds
We walk together along the drive
Shrouded by a setting crimson orb
As tuk-tuk plumes
Spiral the ocean.
A bygone revelry in sepia form
These months now past,
These days before us stretched out
As lazy afternoon birdsong –
Our new paradigm unfolding.
Beautiful Tim. Lazy afternoon birdsong will do as a basis for existence 😎
Thanks Mark. Definitely more birdsong in Saigon at the moment. Silver linings!