And the air
solidified around us
encased us as if we were
specimens
wrapped up in the cotton wool
of this dense fog.
We stood still
& let the night examine us.
You could see
the darkness thinking:
“Well, what have we got here? ”
“Humans? Your typical lovers! ”
“You can see how they are
joined at the heart
share the same mind
& see
(no...don’t touch it!)
...the same soul! ”
The darkness speaking knowingly
like a surgeon to his students.
The fog
released us
& we continued on
leaving this examination behind us.
Your hair flailing
the night air
stars stuck in branches
frightened
us searching for
A tiny window
that glowed with human warmth
our candle
frail & fragile
like an old ghost
looking out the window
for us
the dog recognizing our feet
hysterically greeting us
we the lovers
elated
having found
our way
home.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lovers-make-their-way-home/
