25 March, 2010 - Mine Fields

"Mine Fields"

Rising from our graves every morning
I stumble around the dusty room,
Shattered photos you tossed last night
Shed glass shards prodding my bare feet,
My makeshift alarm. And my screams
Leave You
Numb.

Bounding over our broken chairs
Littering our Persian carpets
I descend to the unkempt kitchen,
Wheezing refrigerator left ajar
Misplaced gallons of ice cream, half eaten,
In Silence
Melt.

Beyond the window our picket fence is falling,
One white stake at a time drops;
I pour the last glass of orange juice,
You push past the sinking rafters,
Warmth dances up my spine, eyes rising,
Our Gazes
Meet.