pharmaceutical daze

Pharmaceutical Daze

Suspended in vapor by
a spindly thread
langorously caressing the night

she is shaking like a maple bough
sweating
in the bedroom

and it is not easy,
though she thinks
that if it was she’d say--

lover, make me want you
because i’m floating
away

seduced by this
synthetic
felicity

(which begets
yet more
forgetfulness for me)

only within
the pharmaceutical daze
are the helicopters stars

and what is fine
seems good
and what is good seems best

and then it is easy,
if only to think
of how she would say, would say--

you are a woman of
near-mythic
fortitude

a woman of
dreamable
softness