he waits at the stop for me,
as the bus judders to a halt,
brings me to him.

we hold each other close,
a fierce embrace,
absorbing into one another -
feels good.

he takes me home, a cosy bungalow,
he brushes his lips against my face,
my heart hiccuping with each touch -
feels better.

we have seconds, minutes, hours,
to kiss, play, laugh, hold each other.

all the while,
the weather shifts moodily outside,
time relentlessly plods on.

the sky spits down as we go back.
we huddle together under the bus shelter,
fingers laced, unwilling to be cleaved.
a final meeting of lips and hands

then apart.

i watch him shrink and melt into the horizon,
his shadow merging into the shrubs as i leave.

and then he's gone.