Do you remember, one winter night,
that thin tongue-tied man
who first saw the shards and
suspected a break-in?
And the pallid woman who smelled
smoke and concluded
fire?
Both united
in the treacherous darkness,
shone guilt torches
right into the eye of the rose beds,
trampled the garden path
to the summer-house,
knocked the fences
in defence against love
Then love knew it was called love
and where to go.
When I looked at you,
my heart already had you
snowed under.
