One step, then the next
One bare heart will lead to two
Love’s weapons we use
How the simple, flowered smock,
with strings for the shoulders,
hanging now on the door,
picked up from the floor,
could become such something
when
I grazed the seeming nothing,
I’ll never know.
I won’t date
But I wish to be dated
Date and time stamped on my very soul
The precise moments you tell me the future with loud eyes and quiet lips
The exact occasions my heart drops
As you hold open my door
Stand silent when I leave
Leap to your feet when I arrive
Offer me your coat
Light my cigarette
casting eyes skyward
causes me to know
why i’m on this dirt
who is my first love
here upon this dirt
casting eyes to you
feeling i am felt
who is my great love