Out of the foggy air
your golden hair
appeared
caught like
a butterfly
upon a pin
by a streetlight
staining the moment.
The sway of that sassy
dererrie
clothed in the perfection
of gold lame
that shasays
like an alluring lure
to catch the eye
that dares to
nibble at the sight
I am caught
by the turn
of your smile
like the lady
in BRIEF ENCOUNTERS
& I, Trevor Howard.
And we kissed
like they did in the movies
of the Forties
with no one
to yell: 'Cut! '
and we held it
until the train faded
into the distance
& the darkness
with nothing but the stars
listening to our laughter.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meeting-at-night-2/
