Loving

Love holds up its hand in a white glove
Like a traffic policeman
It mouths the word stop.
Love stands in the middle of the road
Expects you to give way.
Love holds the lollipop.
Love is don't walk/walk
It is a T junction
With no signs.
And you will feel the road
Under your feet melting in its heat
The tacky lift of your footsole
The shimmer on the brow of the hill.
And the white line dividing
This way from that.
One Way from No Entry.
Love's a dangerous bend
My friend.
And you don't have a map.