The Walk

You took my hand in yours and we walked on.
This surprised me, the feel of your soft, warm palm
Against mine on that beautiful night.
Our arms swung gently, naturally - and something deep was calm
We spoke of many things not spoken of,
But they fell out of our mouths like wine drunk too fast

And we walked, and we talked, and sometimes
hearing nothing I just look into your eyes,
Transfixed by the beauty of this moment,
and the warm touch of your hand in mine
Who are you to have stepped out of nowhere?
What dizziness afflicts my mind?
Does the enchantment of this late night walk mean
Anything more than the warm satisfaction
Of ice cream and hot apple pie?

I want answers to none of these questions,
I only crave the sweet taste of your words.