Lisa

I have tried to save you,
Code Steinberg-Nussbaum

Cocaine, S&M 101.

The woman,
flat-voiced has reclaimed
a human form.

Holding wonder in a cup,
her tea & sympathy is rank and malformed.

Lisa,
your cream-blush
heart-shaped face
has worn a hole

into my soul. In a twilight
shift of love and thought

we perch together on a velvet bough,

admiring a rosegold sunset
and the force of why and how.