bookshelf

rose drips 

and diamond eyes 

chandelier love 

dangling on a wire 

of the electricity 

of the pain 

that runs through our history 

dancing ballerinas 

memorize the steps of how this dance ends 

me and you 

body pressed in the cracks of the oak floor

curtains pulled apart 

stripped strips of silk 

bonded around our hands 

charcoal covered roses 

burned by your cigar smoke 

candlelight wax 

dripping 

from the candleholders 

that hold our hearts 

dust flying into the air 

as me and you 

are gliding into the past 

me and you 

a worn out 

tattered book 

that needs to be left on the bookshelf

but every once in awhile 

I am pulling it out 

and I am  trying to find a better ending 

I am pulling out the pages 

and I am trying to find you