Love Nest

He springs from the car
Not bothering to button his coat
Stumbling, tripping in his haste.

They had words
And their stubborn pride
Had Kept them apart.

Then a call.
The silence broken!

He’s running now,
Coat’s open against
The frigid, frozen night.
The torturous whistling winter wind blows
Into his face.

He feels none of this,
Only the beating
Of his racing heart.
His jacket rises and falls
Like two huge wings
Carrying him to his beloved.

Images of candles, their soft
Fingers flickering on the ceiling,
Norah Jones’ soft melodic voice
Playing on the CD.
Two goblets of loves’ nectar
Reflect the joyous dancing of
The fickle flames on that face,
In those eyes.

His finger bleeds.
A bead of blood
Seems a crimson tear,
Of the red thorned rose
Clutched tightly in his hand.
He hardly notices.

Finally,
To her door.
She’s standing there.
Her lovely face before him
Hands at her side,
Like a soldier at attention.
The glistening drops on her cheeks
Mingles with his,
As their lips meet,
Their spirits flow together.

They continue locked together
In their urgent,
passionate kissing,
As they stumble through the door
Into the soft muted,
playful light of candles
Which surround white sheets,
Soft fluffy pillows.

They fall together
Swimming in each other.
He looks into her eyes
“How good to be together again!”
Her eyes large and earnest,
Look into his as She replies;
"It’s wonderful!!"

The goblet to their lips,
They drink;
To their joy,
To their love and devotion,
To their being together again
In their special place,
Insulated and comforted by
The circled candles.
Freeing them from;
The wasted, worried, warring world.
No fear can touch them now,
While nestled in their
Holy place, their sanctuary
Their Love nest.