She finds eHarmony’s

choice a mistake

when he touches her.

The arteries of her heart

tighten in a tourniquet

and leave her standing

stony as a caryatid.

There’s no unguent

that can transform

her passionless mood.

Prone to long sulks,

she wants to want,

to dance, fly,

when all she can do is cry.

She wants to run from

his black Oxford shoes

and rubbers when it rains.

Never in love with him,

he manages to earn a place

in a corner of her heart.

His love for her flows,

more unstoppable

than the force of gravity,

sure he loves her enough

for both of them.

Love hurts,

when vulnerabilities