Zombie by Jay Brannan

barn doors

red glass jar    //   bells surround us
caught up

in beaches    //   shirts undone, tuxedos
on the floor,  i hear

morning.

two verses later   //   gates open, and
there you are, like six pages

in a magazine   //  unfolded, just
waiting

for me.
white glass cups    \\   and two gold rings
on

my finger    \\   it is you. (you're the one).
ocean

back to ocean   \\   i keep waiting
for you.

you come, blue lights flashing   \\    and i know.

(at last).
you're the one.