We sat on the sagging,
green plaid couch
across from
a candle-filled coffee table
drinking Absinthe in their
light

and your arm was
around my
shoulders where
I'm quite sure
it belongs

& a Renaissance Chorus played
from your
computer where
the dissonance was
melting me like
sugar on the
Absinthe spoon-

It was Wednesday
and the moon was full
and it was my last
April in Oregon
and my first April
in love with someone
sillier than I.