Grace

All the lies of love and war you have been taught 

You have been taught 

That you will fall gracefully in love 

And be caught by a cushion of satin spun lust

But It is not a mating dance but a stumble of genitalia     

That trip over each other perpetually 

Trying to find smooth edges in which to tenderly intertwine 

And if not this anticlimactic circling 

Then we will lock eyes one day 

i’ve tripped suddenly

Into you by chance or sudden epiphanic vision of fate

And our thread will become undone 

and we will sew our seams together 

And when I lift the lacy veil off your powered face

We are young and this is the first time I saw you

And what happens so briefly in passing is now so clear 

Hair whipping about her collarbone       

Jewelry clinking 

Hands clutching history books 

We will go through alter aisles 

In low rise jeans and studded belts 

In robish wraps of cream colored lace 

Through bustling high school hallways 

Always 

In grace