Out of the foggy air
your golden hair

appeared

caught like
a butterfly

upon a pin

by a streetlight
staining the moment.

The sway of that sassy
dererrie

clothed in the perfection
of gold lame

that shasays
like an alluring lure

to catch the eye

that dares to
nibble at the sight

I am caught
by the turn
of your smile

like the lady
in BRIEF ENCOUNTERS

& I, Trevor Howard.

And we kissed
like they did in the movies
of the Forties

with no one
to yell: 'Cut! '

and we held it
until the train faded

into the distance
& the darkness

with nothing but the stars
listening to our laughter.

Dónall Dempsey

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