I threw my last penny into the pale blue,
watching the once calm waters walk from their original formation,
running into rushed ripples,
collecting themselves around the copper,
as they leant closer to hear my heart’s truest desire.
My reflection was perplexing,
my own face was present, as expected,
but my waist was embraced,
your soft hair brushed against my cheek as you kissed your claim onto it,
and gone was my cheap polyester dress,
gone was the smoky soundtrack of the Southbank,
I was a goddess in gold,
taken by your hand,
to follow the distant sound of Glenn Miller that only got stronger with every gentle kiss.
