Parisian Dream

Your painting

Scratched lines of blue and gold

You open me up

Was folding into myself

A deck of cards

Face down empty on the shelf

Your song with

Emphasis on one and two

Then I couldn’t keep time

You took me into a dream

Exploding soundtrack

That I treasure as mine…

I was bent over

My chest and invisible line

Sinking

But then the light

The lamp that I held

In my blistered hands

You the fuel and

Me the fool for not noticing

This Chinese junk we’re on

With strapping strong

You cast free the lines

Let’s float here

Together clearly we better

Slip out to the brine!