First Meteorite
Eyes are closed, mouths are locked,
your beard gently scrapes my cheek;
as traffic slows on Rosslyn Hill
we disappear in time and space.
Returning for a breath of air,
I catch the moment when a lump
of rock explodes across the sky
from left to right behind your head.
I turn you round, but much too late
to see the blinding trail of light
that thrilled me far more deeply
than your tongue exploring mine.
Chrissie Williams, August 2004