The Couple in the Next Room

        She liked the blue drapes.  They made a star
	At the angle.  A boy in leather moved in.
	Later they found names from the turn of the century
	Coming home one evening.  The whole of being
	Unknown absorbed into the stalk.  A free
	Bride on the rails warning to notice other
	Hers and the great graves that outwore them
	Like faces on a building, the lightning rod
	Of a name calibrated all their musing differences.
	 
        Another day.  Deliberations are recessed
	In an iron-blue chamber of that afternoon
	On which we wore things and looked well at
	A slab of business rising behind the stars.