What do you know of love
Something that is peddled
As wares on a side street
by perfumed women in tights
and low cut bodices - their
dead eyes fastened on bread.
Or the course one takes
Upon seeing a new face
Meeting eyes in a crowded room
a nod of understanding
hurry out of the room
before somebody senses.
An excuse from boredom
A rubbing of flesh
A grapple, a cry of pain
She has mistaken you
for somebody more gentle
Now she is crying poison.
We are strangers from start
we pretend we need love
to unmask others, make them
conform to the person we want
In our utter ignorance, love
turns from unmasking to deception.
Doris Cornago
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/utter-ignorance/
