This Poet Can Love Too


As the poet
I can set and re-set
the scene over and over again
but there is one I will save
for that somebody so special
everything is lit by neon candle flame
a charred wick dodging heavy breaths
some sort of cabaret burlesque show
for one
with a loud stage
and red harpsichord fall curtain
a small movement along a stage revealed
a moon bathed universe unlike none reachable by oneself
but still here in this one room
here with this one woman
who has chosen her own costume and mask
a deep soul behind an even deeper woman
this soul of utter intelligence lays under a coy facade
a moon beams down trying to steal her away
and wounded by a single smack of the hand
the moon spirals away crying with a big mouth wide
ricocheting off stars like a lit up pinball machine
racking up a single score in the millions and trillions
but we have won the only prize here to have
a moonless sky with an audience of stars of heaven
all shining for us
but it dawns on us that nothing can seem so perfect
in the morning
we mourn too soon a broken heart
scared and too grand to stay grand
but we throw all that trash into the wind where it belongs
for you and I know best
when these two souls meet here and now
it will take place in an explosion of neon-love-color
spinning irises changing colors like reflective pinwheels
here in the two rammed heads of concave existences
the controlled atmospheric thermostat is our common decision
we will share a brief common room somewhere in perfection
for only as long as perfection can surface
then the tide will pull back out to the blue orange sea
and these two people will be wrapped in seaweed upon the shore
in an embrace and in full swing of keeping this a daily happening.