And though we dance
Platonic
Neath' absent starry night,
Running between rusted play structures,
Colliding memory with reality
Making believe

Like we used to,

I still can't disprove
That I'm forever falling
In love with you.

We walked,
Tasting the dew
On our eyelids,
Us seeing etched hearts
On parking meters,
Discussing
The depths of sadness
In our last barman's
Final pour of his night.

You walked ahead,
Leaving me to catch up with
The woman you say you want to be
As I
Make up the steps
To be the man
Who's
Every planting the seeds

I see
The kids knocking at our bedroom door
Trying to let themselves in
Hear that bronze handle
Jiggling in its socket
Like left over change in the pocket

But me,
Selfish as I am,
Selfish as I want to be,
I just want one more second of solitude with you baby
One more moment
Before our responsibilities fragment
Into a flurry of Gerber's apricot recipe and
Furies of five year old ego

You deserve
A whole man

A man
With no hole
In his heart

Expectations elude you
Like the ocean
Mysterious and dark
I imagine you poised
Neath' bedsheets of linen and gold

Dreaming of pine needles
Of saffron dust
Of a kiss you've always wanted

Of an embrace
You'd gladly take

To be haunted.

We made it home
But did not put the key in the door
Feeling the need to dance
On the street

Evading sleep

Avoiding who we are
From the choices that
Fix us

Like portraits
In a dusty museum
That people only visit on the weekend
And when they have
Old friends

In town.