The Couple

 

 

They switch off the light and its white shade

 

glimmers for a moment before dissolving

 

like a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then up.

 

The hotel walls rise into the black sky.

 

The movements of love have settled, and they sleep

 

but their most secret thoughts meet as when

 

two colours meet and flow into each other

 

on the wet paper of a schoolboy’s painting.

 

It is dark and silent. But the town has pulled closer

 

tonight. With quenched windows. The houses have approached.

 

They stand close up in a throng, waiting,

 

 

A crowd whose faces have no expressions.