Collected warmth

Do you sleep, then dream of me, But as a boy, You came first thing in the morning, To show me the hail, From autumn night thundershower, Slipping your hand into mine, Yours icey and smooth, Then too scared to show me down the gate, I went alone, like I was your hero, To where clumps of hail left slippery path, Later my leg rested against yours, In the collected warmth, I never wanted to leave that spot, Amazed as you pointed to the grass, and plants like I'd never seen anything like it, And in the chaos of my life, I saw perfect sense, Of the lonesome bathing pigeons in green pools, That Johannesburg somehow held you and I here, In the most unforbidden and strangest love, When it seemed the world was just about to Split and crack and shatter me complete, You subtle affections, Left me happy.