Lake Chateau
I still feel the same
As the day that I first met you
Though softened by all of this time
I still think of you with roses
Spilling all over your abdomen
Your poetry and my abandon
I still feel the same
Wrapped in furs on the carpet
My heavy cologne all over you
The same
As the moment
When I first saw you
Those wreaths
Of roses and pine needles
All over your hair
Is this the same—
The girl with dandelions
In her lap
Is this romance
God no—(this is the end of the world)
It’s dread
Source: Poetry (June 2025)