“…but you are my favorite work of art.”

I’ve let the past bleed into the present and the future.
How can I help it?
You are like cold strawberries fizzing in my mouth.
It’s early spring, and it is so sweet.
I don’t know how to untangle these knots I tie so well.

Until you play for me, my warbling eyes won’t see the light.
Swing me around the floor and I’ll dizzily forget any other dancer.
Saying yes to you is my strongest suit.
And yours: drowning in the hot water.
There you are, above me and I, euphoric.
My soul could simply overflow when you smile.

I can feel a draft through the window pane,
And feathers like clouds around me.
Lights dim, sound fades and stumbling patrons sleep
But we’re still here, ignorant and blissful.
Neither of us has ever had a plan.

4 March 2006