Her hand cold with the death of romance
we watched the chill settle like a mountain chipped away by cheap time-
square watch winds
Still the flowers roll out, the cards keep turning
quick peck kisses, morning mist goodbyes
red heart valentine needle- shooting shared history
through our warm nostalgic veins as
dark radio rains throw branches
against the Chopin windowpanes.
Forever stuck in this merry, soul-mate long-play quick-riff affair
nightfall- sleep cascades.
Death Valley molten cliffs
Mr fantasy stands stroking his quiff
barking carnival noise
into the oceans of space and joy that undulate between us
in our king size ruby-eyed forgotten sunken ship bed.
So bake that candelight dinner
toss that last-ditch lingerie
we’re old war buddies now
purple contented hearts.