cloaked

I can not say
about Hamburg
or Prague
for I did not know
You there
though I knew
rain
It was not
the rain
Where I first
caught sight of
You cloaked tartan
and turned
to the
Shop display
Not me, allowing
that, My
Desire all the
More set
on our
Meeting and acquaintance
A Desire
that pulled us to presence, to
conversation
and candle
where I so wrapped You in
Paper placing
All Thoughts inward, within
Reach of memory
known to
the Heart
Yes, it was there I met
You between
the rain of November
and the warmth of
streets
tea lined
and tasted

bkmackenzie
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