Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 35.0: February 18th, 2007

Separate Lives

by Belinda Roddie 

Chocolate cake shared over a night of several dreams

While headlights streak our heads with gold for the time being

Reins in each hand, you trot into the glade

To be swallowed in a fog of lovely purple haze

Simple images kept in a chest by the bedside table,

The box with the painted couple from an ancient fable

Teaching me how to fly without falling off the ledge

Of some nightmarish gremlin’s trap to keep those on edge

And though you spit jewels from your mouth, it only is

Your eyes that keep the evening precious in the end

Luscious fairytales will give me things to dream about

While flowers blooming like fireworks in July you just can’t live without

So you’ll relax, for you live the story in its breath

And I shall read that story until my exhausted death

Or until you reappear upon the glade sunk with snow

Enough for fish to freeze in, while the wind deals harsher blows

‘Til we share another slice of dark desire with knives

To penetrate all the demons that cloud our separate lives

And once gold has faded from both our straying eyes

You’ll leave upon your horse and we shall both retire

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