Last night we walked through London
Arm in arm and holding close
Like old beloved friends
And lovers
Two of a kind
Both of one mind
We sailed through crowded thoroughfares,
Noisy and chaotic,
Bustling with grit and characters surreal –
Our strange street fellows a romantic blur,
Snow dampened daguerreotypes . . .
Lace and velvet
Too much rouge
Dusty coat tails
A stained cravat
Worn leather boots . . .
A seedy Victorian crowd.
Through which we sighed and marveled unscathed.
Your left arm was in a sling.
You wore a thick black coat.
You let me ride upon your back
Wrapping my grey wool-clad legs ‘round your tight torso;
My arms ‘cross your shoulders
Nuzzling my face to your neck, your scarf
Red, like my smiling lips, as I whispered in your ear.
You made me laugh.
We walked
It snowed
They bustled and jostled
We didn’t stop but laughed and laughed
And smiled with our eyes
Of one mind
Brisk and breathless
Alone together
In a world of ageless bedlam
Last night we walked together
In my dream,
My dream of London
