Over Here

My eyelashes gather salt from my soul,
the swallow of your smile retreating.

Here,
time is a savored companion to
smoke drenched throats and nestled cafes
carrying centuries long discussions.
The cantering lavender of your breath,
age doesn't bury us with drizzle.
We fill up on years like swelling clusters
of fruit,
Your cypresses unearthing bastions
above lopsided cobblestones and ancient fields.

Over here,
life keenly gazes.
Thirsty.