Myopia

Like all lovers, neither knew what they wanted from each other.
He fell, fascinated by her profile, flawless skin, delicate sensibility:
the usual myopia of innocence.

She fell for the aura of a poet,
the reflection of herself in his verse,
in the relish of their appetite.

And because of the seeming invincibility of their passion,
they uncovered little, neglected much
and the inarticulate struggle gathered pace.

Years later, exhausted, neither new what they wanted from each other:
The usual myopia.

Bob Theil (22 February, 1998)