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