The Windows in Wonderland

You kissed my hand and I fell down the rabbit hole.

this could have been avoided,

I shouldn’t have looked up as you looked down,

I thought I had deadened my need for such things.

Like a mantra, I repeat that

I can walk away from the curiouser and curiouser and

I can slip away from this 

upside-down wonderland

we created from

sensation and spare sheets and 

I can flee like a ghost when you look at me like 

my face is all the sky you’ll ever need

while under your hands white roses turn red

leaving coffee cup rings around 

my heart but then

despite all of my running and chanting

I find myself too

big for the house that I thought I was hiding in

and when my head breaks the roof

into pieces you just grin like the cat

and say

"darling, we're all mad here".