A Nearing

This morning archives sanity

And bringing a dimming love

Heaves us partway out

Punishing the plan

This evening rules a nearing

Might be stars on loop

Fills us warm and church-like

Speakable only to dogs

Aspirin swallows our excuses

While flights take seesaw drops

Leisurely forage emboldens

Lazy pictures loom sincere

When will we recover?

How long will the burning stink?

And wash those sharpened knots

Lodged between surrenders

Any time, I can stop it

My brazen will to try

Starkly focused silhouettes

Within half hearts, a tearing

Drop those dresses

Reveal unspeakable lines

Studied calculation

Of discarded open thighs