napkin poem x3

love, convex as milk

love, do your work.

let me know the contours
of my own face, love.

i loved once.
it was a lonely enterprise
(trying to tell truth
when it is so easy to make ritual)

now i am in a harmony
in which uncertain notes
spill their wares
into the marketplace
of our

our

our

something

loving--our
act of love.