Love - Matthew Dickman

Note: I'm not sure that I can judge on this one, but this poem's handling of kinky sexualities may be offensive (flippant, alienating?) to some. I like the poem as a whole: your mileage may vary.

Love
Matthew Dickman

We fall in love at weddings and auctions, over glasses
of wine in Italian restaurants where plastic grapes hang
on the lattice, our bodies throb
in the checkout line, the bus stop, at basketball games
and we can’t keep our hands off each other
until we can—
so we turn to rubber masks and handcuffs,
falling in love again.
We go to movies and sit in the air conditioned dark
with strangers who are in love
with heroes like Peter Parker
who loves a girl he can’t have
because he loves saving the world in red and blue tights
more than he would love to have her ankles wrapped around
his waist or his tongue between her legs.
( While we watch films )