Romance works at a distance
Opens a vortex with little resistance
The closer you get the more it thins
And narrows to a point like icicles
Straining to be launched,
Sharp enough to pierce a heart
But sensitive to the glare of the sun.
We see it dripping, dripping
And worry the tip will dull
Or worse, this frozen passion will melt.
Careless people reach for it here
And snap it off
But so cold and slippery
So easily dropped
A shattering of crystalline fragility.
I can be patient
For the sun works in mysteries.
I’ve chosen to stand beneath your eave
Eyes closed, mouth open, and waiting.
Such distance is dangerous,
Knowing any second you could
Release your grip and
End it for the both of us.
But love is to trust the discerning sun
And the slow drip down to my tongue.
Love is to trust I won’t ever leave
No matter how long it takes
To catch your delicious fall,
Drop after drop after drop.