The Ballad of Jack And Rose - A Memory in the Tree House
The Ultimate Draft
In the creaking room, where you smiled
at me and your body felt so hot,
I wait patiently, alone, like a child;
wait calmly, unwavering, standing in the doorframe,
resolutely watching there,
as a bulb of bones and heart
settling roots between the floorboards
of your foundation.
Even so, I lust after your soul.
You are so sweetly romantic.
We dance on our rooftops
and ask to forget
your heart that sputters and dies
or to dry my fragile wings
or the bird we’ll free tomorrow
which will sing, sing, sing.