The cold held us;
A street corner of directions
Wheeled us apart.
Emptying your arms
I ran against the startling cold,
My face upturned and cradling stars,
My heart in the dark nowhere.
Then time streamed down my bitter cheeks,
And forced a turn of mind
To the statue of your beauty,
Immured in wrapt attention:
A woman of scarves and anticipation
Propped by her bicycle.
Alone, so utterly alone you stood,
Refusing all directions except my own,
Which in that moment turned on yours,
To the warmth of neck and hair.
And on the street we took away,
As long as two minds meeting,
We felt the words we had no need share,
Were turned on this love's corner.