Candle

I am the only person
who doesn't understand love.

Other people seem to know
where love comes from, what they want

and why; they know that partners
measure up to industry standards

or don't. They are orderly. One
at a time. But love trips me from behind

every time, totally unexpected,
wholly unknown. I've never even seen

his face. All I know
is that as I lose my balance,

falling forward, toppling into
an immense radiance,

unable to catch my breath,
blown out like a candle

by the wind of your eyes,
is that nothing else

has the slightest importance.