As I glanced up from someone else’s coffee
you saw me first.
Thousands of miles yet suddenly we’re
sharing airspace.
Smiling warm embrace. Two old friends reunited.
The first kiss, square on the lips inside
the square that was ours.
Flower beds then Westbury’s bed. Two flames
burning into a single column.
The taste of Pat and the taste of Val. And
the most anticipated coffee of all time.
So much to see, under Gordon’s gloom.
Drip, drip, drip – walls flushed with
London’s finest wine.
Dickens’ walls and Sever’s floors. Silent
and absorbed.
Lahore’s bread from Heaven. Eyes rolling
back in open mouthed wonder.
Or maybe it was the fish? Maybe it was the
chips? Oh go on I’ll try the soss!
A wee taste of haggis and a wee dram
besides.
Which one is best I just can’t decides!
The sour face on the train couldn’t dampen
our spirits.
As we sped for the hills landing in the
very Hart of Edinburgh.
Oysters and Kay’s Bar and Castles in the
air.
And cars that go beep, beep when you go
over the line.
Coffee in Perth and something sweet
besides.
Snoozing away, she’s in need an afternoon
nap.
I watch as she slumbers and smiles at
someplace that looks like home.
Just like BC - those mountains up there!
Check out the landscape, the loch and the
heather.
The bridge at orchy and the stones planted
in pockets.
Are those love eggs in Sketch? How many
more steps up to the top of the dome?
Why does this Guinness taste so damned
good? Why have they sat us next to the blast doors?
Why does my green suitcase
keep falling over?
Why can’t they make a proper Black Russian? Why doesn’t
ANYONE have a Bugatti?
We stood in Glencoe mouths open wide.
Silenced again as the bloodied stones drew
us in.
Traffic thundered by and we stepped back in
time.
The doorway up inside the mountain.
Closer and closer we drew towards Skye.
The sun peeping over Plockton.
Come back another time, the signs seemed to
say.
Over the bridge and ‘how many miles?’ to the teashop in the square.
We felt like we were home.
As we lay in tartan glory before windows on
our world,
Whiskey downstairs and warm cosy room.
As we journeyed back on the long road
south,
We left two very important things on this
wild isle.
We left ourselves.
Something of us both remains in this corner
of Caledonia.
They’re still there now, ensuring that
we’ll return.
Happy Valentine’s My Missimos xxx