let us take those little pills
one by one until we’re gone
from this detached demise,
this passive aggression
that rots this very foundation.
our frame is broken and I’m
afraid these cracks just can’t
be mended. but these charismatic
chemicals that dance through
our veins can blur the rough
ridges. the burn of bourbon
warms our cold shoulders
and suddenly the world
is rosy again. I can’t see
the white flags, but I can
see the glisten of your skin
and the curves of your smile.
the morning may look different,
but tonight we are in love.