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