Embers and Exhales

I'm cotton and glitter baby
And you're flannel and plastic discs.
You set me off
In a matrix rocket ship
An astronaut in outer space.
I was kissing your lips
And your hand was on the bare of my back
When big brother appeared at the door
And the periodicals read
Of our uncommited commitment.
Playing patty cake to rhythms forgotten.
Listening to cake.
You're multi-colored disco balls
And I'm a sepia cloud.
Drink my vaporized Canadaian rivers
From your plastic shapely bottles.
And I'll trademark my words
Because Webster could never relate
The diction to the reference
Of an unspeakable definition.
We'll kiss behind the closets
Then under waterfall rains
Here on the porch
Or at the convienient Sonic location
In the man's left eye on the moon.
Seperate drums take me seperate ways.
To my leaves discarded in your lap
And thrice falling from a bucket seat.
Pass familiar places, now miles away
As my world tips over
To pour us out
Into our own blood and love.
Long ago memories of you
Before so many embers and exhales
To someone completely new.
You're a sequined note
Of some forgotten song
And I'm a mismatched lock and key
And that's why it's taken me this long.