Love, that lasts a fleeting second,
A fleck caught in your eyelash
That makes you turn around
And wink, for the second once-over.
Love, that descends in her eyes
As they revolve around the fire:
He is her entire world
She, his many satellites.
Love, for one night,
For a stupendous price.
Silken sheets, plastic keys,
As much cuddling as you please.
Love, in every wrinkle,
Every line, every rotting tooth,
All sore joints; but how young, distilled
Through all seconds of the hourglass.
Love, on Eastman-color posters, tainted,
In garbage-strewn alleys, painted,
With red spittle, tattered,
But still scorching silver screens.
Love, in the middle of the night.
In our hands – held, In this bed – white,
In our sky – light. And in this whisper –
Don’t break my heart, just yet.