Cranberry cellophane

Drifting

Silver fog

licking my window pane
in shimmery slithers
recall languid murmers of
cranberry hued cellophane
in liquid crystal symphony

reflecting

jumbled murmurs of a
seductive We
in intangible moments of
melting fiery symmetry.

I remember Us
burnishing
a brilliance of Love
so white
it swallowed;
consumed me
in its blistering bright.

His sea like intensity
enclosing me in shades
of aqua blue luminosity

yet compelling me

into rooms
of strange mediocrity
whenever I tried
to sift through
his need
for a desperate
uncertain profanity.

I am hungry
for my sanity
hellbent on seeking
an inarticulate
reticency

when all of a sudden
i realize
that the funniest thing
he never said

was
just how much

He still loves me.