This Anywhere Our Everywhere

Our talking turns to laughter & our laughter turns to kisses. Here – on this windswept street leaves gather at our feet as we stand still as statues locked in an embrace our kiss a marble monument as if we stood above this city on an imaginary plinth. That kiss rooting us to this spot. Rain rusting the torn guttering hanging free from crumbling brick accompanying us like a makeshift tambourine. World washed away wearily city swept by sudden gusts sirens police & ambulance blending back into silence of their own making. See..? even the moon comes to take a look shining here on us the lovers as if this Godforsaken street was the most romantic place on earth here where Love discovers us.