Fuzzy Math, by Aaron Feit
The light of candles,
Missed subway trains.
Wine, desecrated - neglected
Marinade instead of prelude to a kiss.
Salon appointments that run long.
A man, a woman...shaking the night apart.
Between "Lost" text message episodes.
A greater love than ever there was.
A love that never was.
rejoicing in flight, but terrified too...
exposing one's self to the bittersweet light of many days.