BRIDGING THE GAP?

This poem, if indeed it is a poem, came about as a result of an exercise to establish whether I could merge two poems into one and still produce a coherent whole. Whether it works or not remains to be seen. You, the reader, must be the judge of that.
It first appeared in my Strange Journey collection, published in 2012.

PARIS

we meet on a sunlit bridge                      in an ancient city in spring

and our shadows merge                              we meet like eager lovers

inhaling sweetness                                                your cool skin scent

apple blossom                                                              drenches my lips

the river                                                                                         the light

sings                                                                                                     sings

wings                                                                                                wishes 

or  prayers                                                                                   unspoken

sweep overhead                                                             escape like birds

        we stand like statues                                        our lips eyes fingertips          

our vows now set in stone                        connect to become but one 

sky a purple mass of starlings          stretching beyond and beyond