Sunday, December 25, 2011

SHE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT

Women are girls
and men are boys
in matters of the heart.
Each walk down the street
clutching their cell phones
as if they were mirrors
of worth;
each ring,
every silence,
all text,
confirming
size
and suspicion.
They cannot believe love
nor its absence;
each past moment
trails them
from bed
to bathroom
to bar
to boardroom
and back
again.
It's as if they mainline
affection;
each dose
needing
need
to be quicker,
stronger,
last longer
than before.
Only the poet knows
for love to last
it must be lost
lest it lose
its otherness
and deny you
you losing yours.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2011

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