The Art of Love

Love has left me wondering
where I left my shoes and my socks
and my bra
and my trousers
and my blouse—

caught on the dresser
riding the headboard
snagged on the doorknob
under the bed—

over the rooftops
away with the wind
riding the river
feeling it bend—

snagging on lilypads
playing with fish
nibbling at bedrock
making it itch—
love has left me wondering.