Settling an Argument



We dance a butterfly tango
In masks of fearful children.
      All screams and music,
Yelling a turn, shouting ballet.

I push her into the sky,
Toward the grey and that cloud,
Which shapes itself as a love seat,
Suitable for two.

The tears filter through cobwebbed ego,
And drip enough salt to threaten
insects with hypertension.
      I'll wipe her tears with the chorus.

When the music stops we sleep
In a water bed frozen with icebergs.
Until, inevitably,
A large piece will slit the sheet,
And we, flutter through our dreams,
Above the water and below the sky.  
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