Blue Valetine

I want your

blue velvet 

lonely nights

where moscatto wine

curls underneath

the slurs 

of my tongue.

I want to envelope 

You

Slowly 

against the cool

burning wave

of this this

shrinking twilight.

My memory is

growing fainter

as Galileo maps

us in the stars

and all that is 

left is a dainty

record player

ceasing to move

on to the

next whirlwind

of aching notes.