love is not a white glove thief
forget and don't forget
on the mirror of night and day his thumb that
smells of distant springs,
breaks doors and windows, takes bicycles and jasmine,
when the unsuspecting mutant least expects it
remains of shivering teeth and captive shadow,
It's not subtle, his fingerprints are all over the house,
and he leaves his fat dog smell in every unexpected corner:
he says no and says yes and maybe or later,
and he always gives a backhand to the flies of melancholy.
he does not propose, he does not negotiate, he does not stretch his eyelashes in vain
circus. he advances or delays all the clocks in the city,
he is late at every age and early at every hour.
he does not have the diplomatic quality of bank robbers
each smile and each idea is charged tooth for tooth.
he forgets everything and doesn't forget, he scribbles his name on
a napkin.