A silk suit, shimmering bluish green
Perfectly ironed white shirt,
Thin Italian tie, manicured nails.
You, ever the Gentleman.
Your light green eyes
Greet me with worry.
I know what frightens them,
It’s love, of course.
Uncontrollable, suffocating and fickle
It may vanish in a moment
And leave us limp.
Now I know, now I know.
But that love is now stable,
Paralyzed in black and white
Framed in silver long ago,
Replaced by silence.
Now, as then,
Our strongest bond.