Is it fair to say
I love you
when there is
an enormous
geographic limitation
between us?
The afternoon light
announces its end
and night is coming up
with its tired moon face
which I am not sure
is mine or yours
stepping in the scenery.
A protocol voice
stops in time
and the verb "to love"
is overturned
because there is
another flower,
another wine,
another afternoon.
