On guard

Trouble with partners nowadays,
number two, three, seven, eight,

is suspicion, agonizing wait --
likelihood each new lover,

who clearly has no flaws,
will become the old.

We scan life for patterns:
patio stroll, text sent, shut phone;

smile, blush, gaze too long;
business trip alone, panties gone;

friends snicker, whisper, hiss.
Other than this vigil --

disguised with smiles, kisses --
new mates would be perfect,

not keep us awake, fearful
it is only love they fake.



Timothy Pilgrim