Hands in Glass

On the riverbank, glass shattered between us
I thought those days would be eternal
Shocked by the sunlight that slipped away
It promises forever, pains my sight, then all-at-once resigns

There we sat under a damp sky
Drunk off a rock opera film and supermarket wine
My white skirt billowed in the wind
You said I looked like a bride

And it felt like a slap in the face
I was inches away from being soaked
And ages away from eternal promise
Like the sun, someone always slipped away

My skirt, ruffled, teasing the curl of the river
Your hand scraped upon my cheek
Told me it was soft – sweet relief

I laughed in reply like the beat
of a heavy heart, buried deep by another

And now:
face to face
mouth to mouth

glass in hand