reality a formality...

now that
you took a right
turning south
I a left
north
as a weeping sky forced
our rapid goodbye

not wanting to part
at that moment
I pulled you around
magnetized
like the needle
on a compass

soon
your headlights
were there behind me
followed me
all the way home

in my driveway
pounding rain
suddenly seemed
less impediment
than lubricant
moistening
our thirsty lips

I steadied
my shivering hands
pressed key
into lock
let you in
my front door

once in
in the dark
we found
each other
again

completely