Fleeing Love

Like liquid coffee smell pouring

With fanciful flare,

Hazelnut or French Vanilla-

Hardly matters, entropy electric,

Buzz of laboring bees each confiding

On old sassy gravity-

Dazing dancers spread

Shallow sparks zapping

Mental confetti murals.

Like checkered tiles

For the Captain’s ball,

As hi hats bounce and echo

Night’s melody, slowly

We meet and depart,

Strangers we are

Seeking a final trial

To reclaim each tie

We cut from those closest to us.

Like the end of a great film

Or show- more, more, more!

Encore or not the curtains

Have shut the mouth of theatrical

Wormholes we will never confront

Because ultimately fantasies will never impale

The true killer of each dream and existential calamity.

It sinks as a final note from a playful piano,

Forever taunting until released.