April Selection #3

Paseo Impromptu

On the first revolution
you caught my eye.
On the third revolution
I caught yours.
And in the long walk
around the square,
men clockwise, women
counter, I married you,
passionately penetrated your body,
had children with you,
and grew old, sweetly,
sweetly. On the
fifth and final revolution
I'd had enough.
And I wondered if--
no, I was certain--
that you too
had noticed how
your sister's beauty
sears the night.

--Amos Clifford