I Met Love on the Sidewalk

I saw Love once.
It was peach-red
like the flesh of an open wound.

I knew it was Love.
Up close, we recognized each other
but hadn’t been formally introduced.

I was a bit nervous as Love
smiled approvingly
and swaggered in my direction.

But he only brushed my arm
on the way to the blonde behind me
and whispered “I’ll call you later” as he passed.