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”.