Cascade

Exceedingly obvious, yet cathartic.

Draped indifference like cheap curtains.
Coddled by the fire,
my window-dressed ire.
Trace my words on your delicate organs.
Such beautious longing
when her forested eyes are emptied.

Now, picture maple frames
and polished porcelain veneers.
How wonderfully she sneers.
Empty out the acrid names
from the black bibliography.
Cite the warmth in salted lips.

Oh, precious doll poor of tear,
your tin roof befits better hearts.
A wry smile departs.
Winter is here,
no seasoned lover can warm our soul.
Close your window, re-kindle your flame.