Notre Pièce De Rêve Poem by Katrina Harms

last night
it was you I dreamt-
cloaked in yards of velvet,
we had worn each other fully.
You wept from the wine
still dripping from your lips-
'I love you not'
is what you said in a long stretch of moment;
this piece of eternity, this spare admission
took hours to endure.
It was she you craved,
her sleekness, her purity, her lithe abandon-
Broken hearts do not heal,
but are ever hobbled,
fearing the light, dwelling in shade
Content only in woeful seclusion.
This room that was once ours,
laced curtains still in pale afternoon light,
where words of the divine glanced and fell
in delphic antiphon.
There is no music now, since
last night befell me, and
only austere silence
abides.