I felt much younger then,
bodies so light with love that we could
almost be torn apart by a violent wind,
leaves battered in December night rain.

I listened too closely 
to a heart pounding 
against my vulnerable skin
to a song that has flown.

An engine I can't understand,
a longing to dance unrestrained 
breathes beneath all that you say.

I felt so much older then.

I was pressed too closely.

Perhaps I wasn't listening closely enough.