Super Glue Operation

Hours

of proximity

were warm bursts.

We swam through the chills.

In the concrete ocean, 

we were the insistent blooming trees.

Hours

they passed by

and came again

changed slightly

we went through them with care

we plodded

until we landed 

on the bench

Ignoring the table’s distant chair

Silence was our primary song

but laughter, the kind that comes

from those that believe little

and sense too much,

creased the sides of your mouth

and roared from my cavern

Poor circulation

a hand in another's pocket

for the final

stroke home.

Winter not relenting

spring succumbing

sauce and meat

dinner 

with legs crossed

on the floor.

We were before something

and we were something

The last hour

a super glue operation

You hold the sunglasses together

I'll apply the glue