On December 20, 2013
With the intro and a farewell in the same day,
You've picked out to get that magical rose
To feed an undying hope that you transpire.
A rare, dusky love, nothing alike a desire.
I wish I had a slower image
Of a schoolgirl you've been on a doorstep,
You were about to star her night,
That velvety black bacarra.
A lightly old fashion in the style,
A blunt boat out of the movement,
At the blank site you knew, it was just
A back road near by, a sideway to your train.
The things that stayed after you've stopped talking.
A deep burgundy step in, as the knitted sheets
To wrap her curves around your feet,
And the vivid plates of a table wood
That you brought home to warm your fire.
