Too many people tween you and me.
Too many half formed thoughts
Getting angry before the first full stop

Someone’s spiked my dream pop cocktail
You move in fast motion blur, the unsteady
Willing a car crash creation into existence

You were my very first hurricane
Emerging through torrid sunshine out, up, into
The coldest dance floor this side of the equator

You made as much sense as a Pavement song
Adorable messy, sleepy-tripping over
Your own half smile

I dreamt of taking your hand
Pulling you along
Fast
Busy Italian streets, where horror film nuns
Running alongside giggling children
Singing nursery rhyme hymns
Break into 60s chic dance moves
I kissed you hard by the Fellini fountain
Didn’t even notice you had turned into a black and white
Flick

A marriage proposal
Interrupted by Hitchcock birds
Morphing into reggae tunes before they hit
Throw my coffee cup into the air
It never comes down

We never come down
We never come down.