Under The Underpass

It crept up on me with all the subtlety of a freight train
Your lips locked on to mine like there’d be no tomorrow
Or at least no second kiss

This wasn’t how I planned it to be
But that doesn’t necessarily make it bad
Eyes drifting past you, focusing on the grafitti
On to the specks of concrete they’d missed
As we worked upon creating our own tag.

Rucksack hanging from my shoulder
No time for it to drop to the ground
Trapped within your pincer movement
Arms enveloping me, around and around.

And then, as quickly as it started, it stopped
And we were in daylight again, hand in hand
Awkwardly, with smiles sunblushed on to our faces

And I can’t say it was the best kiss ever
But it was certainly the hungriest,
On my lips, there must still be engraved grooves
From the velocity of it,
That could be held up as evidence
As proof that, however fleeting
Those feelings between us, really did once exist
And cracks in the pavement, under the underpass
That will worry generations of seismologists.