A rondeau

In too small a room to call a tavern
A man mourns a flame that so briefly burned
So stunning in the day, lit sultry by
The night, fanning flames swallowed with a sigh
Likened to say amidst we all will burn

Enchanted by the dance, heat churns
Within the chair, tumble the ice turn
Turn. God damn, so fallacious when she cried
In too small a room

Falsehoods laced with hope, daft to discern
The two liquid lovers, memories squirm
During a blink doomed by open eyes
Staring at a lifetime’s long diatribe
Marring pictures on the walls, a tavern
In too small a room