Bedtime

Daffodils rolling on hill in the pale afternoon

Beaming and biting my lip at the breeze caught in your eyes

And your smile overflowing

Over hill tops of wheat, a cottage among the poppies

And the pale pink boganvilias blowing from above

And a chimney who sings mournful lullabies

As I wrap you through the doorway

The claw foot tub that holds us like two water nymphs

Is fast asleep, to avoid the delicacy

Of the water which could at any moment freeze over

Take me to bed in a silken gown

A cherry wood bed carved with cherubs in crowns

That whispers so sweetly over the willows that dances

In the window of evening illumination

Caress my cheek and tell me you love me

With mild arms entwined around my neck

The light is so soft I can hear the twittering of the eaves

And the murmurs of my own teardrops

As your otherworldly lips brush mine

And my eyes press shut

The chimney is burning black smoke

As the willows cry out

The hinges on the doorway have long been broken

The fucking flowers are all dead

My bed is in fumes.