Ardor Ain't Strength, But at Least I'm Trying

I just saw a college kid dressed
in a Superman shirt
on Sherman street,
kissing a girl in a yellow skirt.
He swept her –literally— off her feet,
stumbled two steps
holding her waist,
then faltered and fumbled under her weight
and set his Lois on the concrete.
It was so great—
a moment so sweet
and baldly metaphoric— what a waste
that you weren’t there to see it too—
How love has no fear
of love’s own weight—
But I hope you’ll have the grace, my dear,
when it turns out that love has not
turned me into
Superman—
to walk on with me, hand in hand.