When a Woman Loves a Man

by David Lehman

When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,”
she means, “Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window.”

He’s supposed to know that.

When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginia
or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,
or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he
is raking leaves in Ithaca
or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate
at the window overlooking the bay
where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on
while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.

When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning
she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels
drinking lemonade
and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed
where she remains asleep and very warm.

When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.
When she says, “We’re talking about me now,”
he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,
“Did somebody die?”

When a woman loves a man, they have gone
to swim naked in the stream
on a glorious July day
with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle
of water rushing over smooth rocks,
and there is nothing alien in the universe.

Ripe apples fall about them.
What else can they do but eat?

When he says, “Ours is a transitional era,”
“that’s very original of you,” she replies,
dry as the martini he is sipping.

They fight all the time
It’s fun
What do I owe you?
Let’s start with an apology
Ok, I’m sorry, you dickhead.
A sign is held up saying “Laughter.”
It’s a silent picture.
“I’ve been fucked without a kiss,” she says,
“and you can quote me on that,”
which sounds great in an English accent.

One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it
another nine times.

When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the
airport in a foreign country with a jeep.
When a man loves a woman he’s there. He doesn’t complain that
she’s two hours late
and there’s nothing in the refrigerator.

When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.
She’s like a child crying
at nightfall because she didn’t want the day to end.

When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:
as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved.
A thousand fireflies wink at him.
The frogs sound like the string section
of the orchestra warming up.
The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.

 

Misanthropy or we broke up

I swam into the gulch
of maudlin grueling,
misshapen by pellets
of despondency you shot me

crumbling knees crusaded
to truculence from
the levy of you ousting
me from your life

exoneration had never been
this murky before.
your reasons disentombing 
the classics of Orphean mind

corpulent as beef the bases of 
this sudden break-up is,
blankly ebbed they are
to me – it is

for what rationality is
to sever something sweet for
newborn knurly tongues, still
finding the right words from our mouths? 

picayune, fribble,
are we this young then? 

Shared room

We shared this room before
we wetted our sheets with
liquors and bodily fluids
continuous exchange of
watery goodness blanched
in youthful love and lust
(sometimes pure lust)

Experimentation we loved,
( after all, aren’t we Physics majors then?)
We experimented with motion,
torque, momentum, joules,
and radiation, in this bed.

But we also loved Anatomy,
conducted lectures in this
dim lit room,
mine fascinated by yours
(did you liked that?)
you fascinated by mine
(I enjoyed your more than
casual inspections and
exploration of my reflexes
– twitches, uncontrolled vocalizations,
more like moaning, and the like)
At the end of three hour session
we both give each other an A
for excellent knowledge of
each anatomical parts and
erogenous zones

I miss these
for all you know
no one gave me chills
and adventures but you