And we danced like flies
black dots against the bleached light
a stain in a world of pristine.

You, with pink skin and blue eyes
sitting under a yellow lamp post
with snow like fog in the mountains,

That look-down personality 
that made you blur 
made an irresistible eyesore.

At the lake you swam deep
getting tangled in the black and brown
dragging me, into an unknown muck,

In the trees you’d sit and read
books about a fantasy life
made your chapped lips smile.

And on top of the hills
your words, spilled out
a fire, that would never last,

A cold tongue and an aching head
wept tears in my hand
you took my warmth, like a corpse.

Clock chimed twelve again
a rock at the window and a car out front 
we drove while the night ruled on,

Days were backwards, upside down
something we’ve never had before
listening to static on the radio.

Your sleepy head on my shoulder
and soft hands in mine
we whispered a familiar tune,

And we danced like flies 
spinning in a flower meadow 
perfectly timeless to no one but us.