Wicker chair,
standing in the centre of the room.
Walls painted white.
Floor painted black.
Ceiling painted grey.
A stereo is playing an old Beatles song.
Round and round the couple dances.
Happy in the illusion that
the wicker chair is
the centre of the universe.
Brittle hearts,
aching in silence.
The dancing is the focus
of the relationship.
Round and round the emotions circle.
Around the wicker chair,
around the wicker chair.
Dance foolish people.
Dance and pretend.
Dance and defend the lies
you have told everybody.
Wicker chair, catches on fire.
It is burning. Ashes. Surrender.