Japanese Doll

I, I won’t forget the night we shared each other’s heat,
And equally, however you protest,
And laughed, and laughed at the situation that Saturday had us meet.
When the freezing flames of the fire had us beat,
Do you remember that one, Japanese Doll?

I, I remember you, breathing in and out,
Lashes like miniature works of modern art, left for a gallery.
Lips like watercolour moon-crescents, in the sunset
And the freezing flames of the fire.
Do you talk about that one, to your friends, Japanese Doll?

And you, you, you still burn behind my words,
And into my brain, do you think I’d forget you?
Not from here, it’s gone too far, and nowhere far enough,
I pray we won’t shatter like china, I pray.
Like I pray for forgiveness, Japanese Doll.

You are my heat, you are my memory,
The fire will waste its flicker, the flames can burn away.
I’m wasted like a painter with Parkinson’s disease,
Or a homeless man with a blanket and a drag to help him feel.
Reassure me that you are real, Japanese Doll.