dashboard

your feet are on the dashboard
which is mildly disconcerting but i
feel no prickling reason to
reprove you.
panic, panic
where have all the feelings gone?
struck their foot upon these tiles
with sparks like shattering bells
and declared our incompetance,
leaving suddenly
draping death cloth over our love's corpse
trailing paper documentations
like august leaves lately fallen from
it's briefcase.
maybe, maybe
they will return as suddenly as their
untimely departure
and warmth will gush into our eyes again
rather than the dull and lifeless
glances soaked with
what we thought was love.