An Ever Fix'D Mark

Long journey missed trains late trains (lost trains?) last train at last brings me to you in the early hours of the morning yawning I enter like a thief in the night to find you naked on the ground as if drowned Shakspeare's Sonnets at the outermost reach of your fingertips as if you had expired reading it my shirt clutched in your hand its cuff stroking your hair it's collar between your open lips my kiss startles you awake still cobwebbed with dreams you tell of how you tried to stay up to stay awake to wait up for me but sleep kidnapped you & hid you in full view upon the living room floor dressed only in a sonnet with only this shirt for comfort. I gather you up carry you across the threshold (never so naked a bride) of our now dawn brightened bedroom you the most precious thing on my eart I lay you in bed like a seashell I had found marrying our minds truly admitting no impediments.