Love is Too Early a WordbyTzara©
Love is too early a word
for my unsubtle stare,
although it is what my body thinks
when you walk away or flip your hair
idly over your coffee. How light
pools in the depths of your eyes
my body reads as love,
even if all it means is you can't remember
if you left food out for the cat
or lost a towel at the Laundromat—
the mauve one that was so soft.
Only later, when we know how to talk
about baseball or comics or Keats,
will the word really fit, if it ever does.
For now, it's simply Want
when the camera of my biology
focuses your image in its lens
and snaps Love snaps Love snaps Love.