Hyde Park

Hyde Park

I walked with you on
Hyde park in Winter.
The air glanced cold
and the sky was clear
and watery.

It rang in its stillness. 
We pressed together against
The chill.

London saw us in love.
She coveted us and her
Old cobbles and brownstone
Creaked under our youth.

Close as we were,
My cameras always laid
On your side 
And bruised your flesh.

The glint of afterglow
Made your face shine 
Like it was enshrined 
In gold leaf.