Dahlia, Darling

Here where plastic peels, we fade in the altitude,
The leather couch sliding across the wooden floor,
The fire blue with love. I round the bend,
A rocking groove serenades my sallow heart.
Here, I live the entirety of my abundant life.
Here, I am wealthy, though dressed in synthetic rags.

An aluminum awning protects you from
A soulless street where curtains burn,
Where the patio is icy perilous and
One quadrant is strictly forbidden.
I am liquid, golden, warm,
Spun silly by rapturous luck.

You cupped my shoulder blades and
Your lips tasted of wine and soot.
You cannot give confession, and instead
Drip wax on the cold, wiry carpet,
Orchestrate earth-shattering discord.
I must call one chamber of this fading heart ours,
Though we are children.

Here we howl, alight at the first slow beat.
Here we rest, splintered at longest last.

9 November 2009