Too late for anything, too early for nothing

Unexpectedly we'll meet again years later,

quite on purpose we'll mix beer and wine

with vodka, to ride bicycles in the middle of the night

around the estate, unexpectedly bumping into the high

kerbstones, trampling flowerbeds, cutting our cheeks

on branches that have sprung up unexpectedly, then un-

expectedly to fall over, and pushing our

warped bicycles, come to my place, to dress

our wounds, and then lie down to sleep, in the morning

to copulate unexpectedly like animals, out

of fear that something will unexpectedly return

that we felt years ago, copulating like people.