Eric Lorberer

Love Poem Parenthesis

After our erotic
escapade, we came
off the mountain
misguided, erratic,
disheveled upset—
the path was frayed
and a makeshift
grave—a pet’s—eroded;
a paper bag cradled
a broken fifth
where someone had sobbed
near a circle of rocks,
damp matches and rotted
leaves their legacy of portentous sorrow—

we came off the mountain
feeling less rooted
—oddly weightless, even—
and said nothing to each other as
we walked toward the city
lights which smoothed
our stars’ jagged edges.