The Very Naked Name Of Love

Love, has robbed you of your clothes except for high high heels pearls & long elegant gloves. Love pauses us at this ridiculous stage holds us in this dressed/undressed pose me almost naked except for my wristwatch ticking as madly as a heart as we fall & laugh & your pearls become unstrung & one by one dance across the linoleum like an untalented tap dance act that doesn’t stand a chance at an audition and you smile & kiss me & whisper: “Perdition...alas I am undone, sir! ” The fading afternoon sun covers our nakedness smiles: “Ah, lovers! ”