Remember Remember Our Den in December

Mangled words in mischievous haunts
echo melodies only known to our ears.

Lovers are rabbits in dens of dimwitted delight.

You are rabbits! and the yellow eyes of a black cat
piercing, revealing the crowded chest
you were never supposed to see.

Do you remember the day we sat on the sea wall eating thoughts,
using lemonade to send uncertainty
trickling off our tongues?

Do you remember the night?
We parked next to the steady waves, under the bruised sky 
and laid in our love as it flooded the trunk.

You!
with your pomegranate heart and ripped tights.

Me
with my glass half empty.

Remember?
You fell asleep in my arms and drooled on my chest.