Love Walks in Front
Looking for something misplaced
She says, pained: It's behind you,
There; and he gathers up what he needs
To place it safely in his pocket.
Through pursed lips: Pockets,
She says; sounding his childhood name,
A cartoon caricature - fictional.
In fact, they are post words,
Scattered letters are formula dancing.
He said. She said. All vanishing symbols
Reappearing in an illustration called Realism.
His version, looking for something
Misplaced; She said: Why can't we ever
Do anything side by side, together?
It is something they cannot grasp.
He is always behind Love's gate
And she, waits or walks in front.
He explains that her curls are leaping fish
And in each movement, he sees a girl,
A boyish gait, a woman of curves,
A person of experience, searching the skyline.
Love walks in front.
