The Lovers Make Their Way Home

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.