By open fire
We celebrate Friday.
Arms heavy, as wine
Ascends mouthwards.
Pantera on vinyl.
Flames dancing on raindeer skins.
I rest within my
Confidence knowing
The dress and make-up she
Really didn't need to put on
Are for me; we're the only two
Clouds in the blue.
Window blackness caused by
Absence of sun, moon, and winter tree
Shadows combined.
She lights an IKEA candle
Wedged into a wine bottle
And turns to me from within a veil
Of black hair; blue Norwegian
Eyes piercing through strands of raven.
Whispers:
*This is Happy. This is how
They will find us diseased
In fifty years.
Cold, warm
Smiles.
Hand in dead
Hand;
Between empty
Bottles.