always safe with you in the room,
the windows black, the silence cold.
no one speaks and time is old,
the empty clock, the tightened mouth.
i play chopin with no piano,
writing your memoires.
… someday soon, you’ll be on the internet,
you’ll invent it, tattling your friends.
always fun to be a parrot in a gown,
i move through blackness, quiet heart.
said we’d be till ‘do us part’,
the holy kiss, the tightening ring.