Of Requited Love
Anteros, you're late,
again,
for the party.
And while fashion and love do limp, crippled
hand in hand, punctuality is key
at the threshold of romances.
Spindle poison and illicit
stairwell kisses,
the right knock on the right door,
a shaking breakfast tray on
the corner of State and East University.
Saying you have the most beautiful earlobes
before the train rattles by,
remembering to ready the coffee pot.
Really, Darling, it's all about timing.
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