Love Logic
A poem by Laure M.
Love never walks the same
She always finds a new way
Even only ever having learned
No more than what is known in the heart
Love is yet not ignorant
And although cannot grow what seed
Has not fallen
Nor gather what was not already cast down
To the earth between lovers
Love’s flat black gaze
Meets itself and falls in
Like a mirror’s reflection mistaken for infinite
Between strange eyes
Whose beating breaths lilt then mingle
Cigarettes and citrus wine
Old roses dead on a vine
Steaming over the framing pane
Whose spindly rivulets like fingers
Press and trace
Writing her secret name
In the water