last night

Rising red on silver steed you push yourself into me.
Whether short or longer this distance is coated by time's plastic embrace.
I can't resist these thoughts,
built and bolted to suit me.
Between these fabulous rows we both know how the chemicals mix,
what results.
The pilot is long since out but the flame presses on,
either unaware or uncaring,
till the basket burns apart.
In one breath's time I find myself alone.
The red swells, spreading,
and you will never grace my home.