Play Date
She was a little lamb,
a sweet red balloon,
pink and peppermint ribbons
tailed like a kite.
She flew into whatever was doing --
a rage,
a whirlwind,
sunny blue skies.
I met her with a mandolin,
a mannequin,
a ruined man.
She gave me sacred sights,
back-slapping laughs,
tinkling tingling touch.
We flew on clouds of ambergris
raining absinthe
absorbed in love.
I've not
seen her again
but now and then
encrypted in a crowded face.
She ran into some random world,
a rapid sea,
a separate place.
I fell into a sickly scented bed,
a crippling crowd,
a narrow lane edging
into receding streets.
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