Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Going home

Last night a breath shared
and lips partially parted
warming the cockles

as the music lulled past midnight
in a castle nearly forgotten,

caught off guard
those early to bed

A dangerous liaison?
Who expected
Not I

You belonged to an ideal,

a romanticism
huddled beneath
the forlorn disco ball,
tequila, and lukewarm
cans of Squirt

No wonder saints
deigned to rendezvous
anew resuscitated
architecture

where barrel vaulted windows
frame clove and mistletoe
inhaled together,
algid

Horace Greeley beckons
heed his prophecy

It awaits,
your hibernaculum

But no matter how faraway
I will come

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