Lovers Poem by Michael William

They were stirring around like
drunken rats
with their backs dragging across the
floor. Their arms swayed at thier
sides
as if making angels
in the snows
of time; The night had only begun
to twist its way
into cosmic oblivion. But still
they were smiling

while in the distance
guns were fired
while in the distance
children were starving
while in the distance
stars were collapsing.

Still,
they were smiling
and laughing and wondering.

Outside, Boredom was stalking
with sullen steps
and teeth as sharp as razors - its face
pressed against the window; its toungue
wagging; its body slowly heaving.

For one night,
they knew they were safe.