You,
standing for a photograph
on the Pont des Arts

with the sun in your eyes,
laughing
because you loved me.

A room
in a small hotel,
just for one wild day,

to make love in the dark,
to music
from across the courtyard.

Hugging goodbye
in the early morning –
the strangeness

of our time together
before
and after that moment

making us weightless,
ecstatic.
Your scent on my skin for days.

You,
not a secret but a mystery,
unanswerable, horizonless.