Roses

You are immeasurable 
Plopped down on my ivory couch 
Knees a perfect ray like 
Laser beams in a diagonal corner 
Then you laugh at all my candle
Boxes burgundy and emerald green and royal 
Sapphire colored sea of wax that smells like 
Snow before it’s snowed outside 
And red like coffee beans that sparkle in the fire 
Plastic stars that hang down from the ceiling 
Candles you could taste upon your tongue 
If you were brave
Enough to put your mouth into a rounded 
Oh!
Just like you’d like to do with

Me—I’m sitting here in consternation 
Contemplation, meek as if I’d always seen 
You sitting at the kitchen table 
Elbows trapped in vacillation 
Swinging back and forth like an erratic 
Pendulum between my touch and don’t give up 
Beneath the tablecloth
Accentuate the space 
Between us and this mutual 

Understanding and this mumbling of something 
Of a cheesecake of 
Frustration now we’ve come to eat dessert 
And none of us will share with you 
Girls and boys eat ice cream like in school 
Whiffs of tea leaves and a slice of orange juice that glides 
Over your tongue to burn just like we 
Burn when we’re in love 

I am a muse rising from the sky of grapes and roses 
Too sweet to border on grotesque yet too 
Grotesque to border on 
Reality like pinpricks borne into the sea of glass and 
Roses all the pretty little roses