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