Veisalgia
This is the hardest
you’ve ever coughed
and I don’t know what to say.Blood looks perfect
on your marble hands,
dotted with imperfection:
chips and scrapes
from the fallen man
with broken wings, who
chiseled your eyes,
separated two lips from
the teeth and placed cavities
in the cheeks.“Hold me close,” and
I remember now why I left.It started with a kiss, met
with three lies, ended with
the rocks at the bottom
of the river bed, and
somehow we’ve come together
under one more sky.But, my list grows longer
than the horizon can linger
with a soft glow and this road
won’t stay warm forever.
