January 3, 2016

party for two




ships were crashing 
like before
you latched it tight
the cellar door
where dusty bottles
in oxblood hues
delightfully tinked
pinging the blues

we hid beneath
the earthen shore
the sighing dirt
the last good by

your lips i yearned
to bite once more

beeps

animal brain
a hungry whore

my human heart
a loser still

plays tug of war

before the storm
we toured your house
you held me 
like
hope was there

up the stairs
around the yard
down the hall
past nooks and books

wave at the waves
i wish you'd said
before i'm silent
before we're dead

it's happening now
don't you see?

our life,
our love
lost at sea