Love, and you
by Bobby Murray
The sweetest pendulum,
honeymoon love—
it swings below a cable
and sweeps under the rug.
It trills alike a dreidel
and spins up settled dust,
counting on the click
of some desiderate lust.
Each bow, a gentle tug.
The slick, the slip, and touch—
a symphonie fantastique
that slowly comes undone.
And, dangling by a thread,
it sometimes sways in view.
A tantalizing detaché—
the thought of love, and you.