soon, we said

in beaming light

of August sun

on her flower bike

I saw her

her face and traits

and all the muscles there

went from questionmark

through frown and calm

to smile

and suns burst out

in both her eyes

and all this joy

she aimed at me

she came to halt

tiptoe-touching

the cobblestone street

her legs slightly spread

she kissed me on a cheek

(my hand was going slowly for her breast)

and then

the other cheek

(her hand was groping down my jeans)

and I kissed her one

(already we were lying naked on our bed of stone)

and then the other cheek

(and for a moment

all on the terrace rose

when she received me

with a shriek)

soon, we said,

we shall meet again

and then

she mounted

her flowerbike

I turned and watched

how her hand

chucked her dress

neatly under her behind