Don’t Mind Me Fantasizing

Down cobbled steps

we plodded,

dragging dress shoes

and studded heels with us.

Our eyes unkempt and wandering,

one set blue and unusually wild,

the other green as grass blackened

by the stare of night.

Though not much else fit together,

our arms remained two rusting

chains in a broken fence.

We had danced to the music of humanity;

the shuffle of feet like marbles down a board,

the friction of fabric and leather caught

together, the pound of hearts dying

to skip ahead.

We had danced the dance of living,

we had wasted ourselves until the end.

But now we seek what comes after

all the music dies and people stare,

what becomes of the questions asked

by people who never cared.

Now, alas,

we seek the morning flesh,

the tearing of teeth cut freshly on

white cement driveways

and grassy Belgian block.

Together, a broken fence

with rather fine dress,

we seek what comes next;

the unknown beyond the first kiss.