Valentine's Day
theatre balcony
threshold to somewhere
I don't know.
Show's about to start:
"Pandora's Box."
Long to look
in but I am a bit
singer, plot
does not involve me, yet
still find pleasure
to be here now
ironic theme
of today's play. I grin
at Video Man who sees
all, his painstaking
vantage, tripod tall,
proud, camera's eye
filled with all the world.
He smiles, an insatiable
nova blistering through
darkness so
so sure of self
love at first sight.
Me, not yet.
Conservative in hetero
motion, cautious, wary
acknowledge he's nice
not my tall, dark father
unattainable standard.
Something intriguing
about this Video Man
he's nice. I trade
cards, so jaded by waiting
list of men who need
me, keeps me from feeling
flint-spark of this man
I will marry.
Valentine's Day
theatre balcony
Pandora's Box
peeps open, light seeps
out, love at first sight
he sees immediately while
I pretend to need more
time, still our fate is
sealed. Inside the box, pulses
metronomic heartbeat
box cannot contain, pops
lid off
my safe and lonesome
life explodes. We clasp hands:
I see myself deep
in his eyes,
my eyes, his eyes,
my eyes, his: a naked
view of universe,
he and me in it.