We met by chance
in a clash of clinks
by the southern bar
at Delirium Tremens.
You smiled burning lips
reserved for smokers,
and I lit the night up
with whispered wits:
“I think that you should know
I never choose an enemy
who is not up to the task
with no clothes or masks”.
You took the challenge up
and told me love was brief
on the other side of night,
where there’s no room
for narrow hearts.
“I live around the ledge;
if you like apple pipes
in my backyard grows
the Tree of Knowledge”
You told me about
your boy in the city
and I said I don’t
mind it at all.
I tasted your salts,
you showed me your waves,
the elixir we craved
just filled us with thirst,
beneath an empty moon
we surrendered the night
to our indulgent urge
where there’s no room
for narrow hearts.
Drowned my kisses
in nocturnal love,
I gambled your heart
but it wasn’t enough
we were still strangers
when daybreak hit,
I can keep a secret
if you want to forget.
My eyes remember
a boarding pass,
a kiss and
a smiled goodbye.
‘cause nighttime lovers
dissolve in coffee
like darkness at dawn
where there’s no room
for narrow hearts”.