(Another College Poem – this one was originally titled “Love Square” and while I like this as a name for a poem, I don’t think it works for this one.)
Four Around a Table
We spoke no lies,
But the truth was not said
We spoke, if looks could kill
We would be dead,
She is sweet,
She is the rope,
How do I send a rope to a rope?
My Foe, on the other side
Was not my foe before.
She was put there by all of us (I did not wish it)
The eyes watch, our friend observes,
My foe observes the eyes
and smiles and cries
If it were up to my foe (if looks could kill)
I and the eyes would be gone
If it were up to me
My foe would be gone
If it were up to the rope
She would not be pulled between two
But besides that, I do not know
The eyes glint with the recognition of a situation with a non zero amount of humor.
He sees clearly.