There to be Found

That’s not the way she found us

Huddled in sheets tossed to the wind

No puzzle box limbs expertly locked

In tension, loaded for action,

Already commenced.

 

That’s not the way she found us:

Hands on hands on face in hair,

No sweet nothing whispers, promising

Favors, forgetful behaviors,

Lost in the trance.

 

Three coffee cups, two lipstick stains,

One incautious laugh, incautious smile,

Incautious stare.

She couldn’t find what never happened,

But I guess she could see what was there.