An ordinary afternoon in New Haven. (Three poems).(Poem)

 
An ordinary afternoon in New Haven 
 
   It was Valentine's Day, a blind date, 
   and on the sidewalk, angry since I was late, 
 
   she sat astride the leather suitcase, 
   chainsmoking, frowning, wearing a lace 
 
   camisole, her blonde hair tied in a band. 
   I gave her my hand. 
 
   There followed the dizzy abbreviated spring 
   we were in love, flattering 
 
   our nervous unhardened animal 
   natures, knowing more the rise than fall 
 
   of love, or what we named love, having no better word. 
   Virgins are of course absurd, 
 
   say those who have forgotten the rest, 
   the French curve of a teenage breast 
 
   and all the destruction that follows, in bed. 
   Blossoms marked the spring of the ...