love & other triangles

   love and other triangles
are felt here. her lips. between them,
after the boat ride, you know,
God I miss you, and everybody needs company.

There are two hearts. Two hearts, two malls, the kids went to:

There are three words. Heaven sent them.
(Heaven's scents, hymns)

The kids, will I ever have them?
Can we be children again
I love this part of you
your arms & the butterflies above us even now, looking
at each other through a window pane,
   an insect love ballad
   like little flying foxes, flying mates, meant for each other.

I pretend it's not happening. The flow of the immaculate moment,
when she comes, Oh God. I transcribe   (Oh, God)
everything, thoughts and hairdos & lifetimes of irregular waiting
in lines & people to compete with, people to move about,

and thinking now about it, I love you
more than I have ever
or ever should have.


Please let me find my
flying mate, (perhaps my) numb lips
find themselves saying, please, please,