I, not <br />knowing then <br /> <br />that you <br />would be <br /> <br />my <br />now <br /> <br />walked by your house <br />for years <br /> <br />before the years <br />brought us together <br /> <br />as if <br />our paths <br />were blown <br /> <br />together <br />by the weather <br /> <br />chasing after <br />your wind-snatched hat <br /> <br />bring it back <br />tamed in my hand <br /> <br />to be tamed <br />in turn <br /> <br />by your smile <br />& the touch of your hand <br /> <br />as I give it <br />reluctantly <br />back <br /> <br />unwilling <br />to let go <br /> <br />of your fingertips <br /> <br />our laughter <br />lost in a flock <br /> <br />of leaves <br /> <br />throwing themselves <br />against our bodies <br /> <br />and Time <br />(that took its time) <br /> <br />seemed now <br />in a hurry. <br /> <br />We now <br />forever <br /> <br />comfortable <br />with this intimacy <br /> <br />your breath <br />stroking my face with <br />its thank you. <br /> <br />All as if <br />weather & leaves <br /> <br />had conspired <br /> <br />to bring us <br />together <br /> <br />our voices <br />naked with desire <br /> <br />our footsteps <br />& shadows <br /> <br />so soon <br /> <br />mingling <br />into one.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whether-the-weather-3/
