once, happiness
was as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
lipstick

then he came

with dark hair
and darker smiles,
his bright blue eyes
lit up when
I walked in
a room

and happiness
became complicated

the nights...

oh, the things
we did in the
dark

(the light of
day would have blushed
had it seen)

we swallowed each
other whole like
bottles of bad
medicine, the kind
that makes fools
jump off buildings
trying to fly

but we were greedy,
gorging on each
other until we
could hold
no more

happiness
left with him

now I dream
again

of happiness as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
lipstick