Trondheim Harbor

I catch my breath at last
in a pitch-black underpass
while the rain pulls down the city into the sea

an Atlantic cold wind blows
beating up a row of boats
and puts out my one last Lucky Strike

suddenly a voice cuts through the dark
some fast Norwegian words behind a spark
she leans in while my eyes slowly are adjusting to her light

we're throwing nervous jokes
between us, through the smoke
about spray tans and local punk rock bands

we've been hiding here so long
that the rain and strains have gone
so we slip out into the harbors open arms

standing where the streets and ocean meet
two roaring forces clash beneath our feet
in a four-part with the wind, counting with the fire that she brings

I hold my breath as you take my hand in yours
tectonic plates colliding shake the ocean floor
while warm blood brings some color to our winter skin

we both got some stones attached but you assure
that the heaviest concerns we throw won't float ashore
these ships go everywhere
we could easily disappear but we're fine here