gloss
as we spoke
i stood watching her
put gloss upon her lips
,
smiling inwardly
.
one does not know
all the elements
that dedicate a heart
to another
.
you would like to think
it is your charm
,
or beauty
,
or chemistry
;
but, it is probably
that you saved her
from herself
or from an old lover
or a memory of being alone
.
time also tames
the heart
,
maybe you remind her
of her father
,
or that's who she's running from
,
or you make her feel young
,
or its the scent
you put on every morning
bought at a department store
.
wouldn't it be beautiful
if it was you
,
if you saw each other
,
if when you took her hand
you were taking her changing energy
,
and if
with her glossy lips
she kissed you
,
not as a representation of past or future
but the you she found
,
discovered under all
the reasons for being together
.