Love reveals the private miseries
Lays bare vulnerabilities
To someone else
Innocence in the transmission of need
Inherent in many gestures
Acknowledged by only one other soul\
This is the true path of romance
Over time the cobbling of such stones
Smooths these signals like wafting smoke
Wispy and vague, undefined to others
Formed into a legacy of labours unintended
A secret unfettered, a sweat uncollected
By wage or commission\
Ideas that are expressed and meant
Received by only one other in this firmament
The receiver
Of the forward pass
The goalposts cemented by passion
Unmarked by time
Existing in miniature moments
Conjured up by two
Running
Nat Delle Palme – Nov ‘06
