Fairy Tales

could we have lassoed those raindrops with palms raised up high
as we blazed through with potions
full of reckless abandon
oblivious,
even to ourselves.
so certain we'd found that decadent delight
a cruel game, if that
and only for the well besotted

don't venture near if your heart's not yielded
toward lies and deceit from the other side,
yet it was not the other side that did us in
but rather a lingering memory,
climbing up that old woody nightshade
when no one was looking
when somebody cared,
back to a time when I used to believe
in certain fairy tales
so beholden was I to that dream ...

(11.13.08.ajs)