your day begins and the meter ticks in the hiss-clink
you drink lead stars with scotch; you invite mauve.
you get sunset and howling dogs. your grog slogs
through a barrage of failing day. your beauty un-dwindles
and all is love for most days
you invade the empathy of my village with your soft pillage.
but it's the miracles that settle
for idiots
like
the rouge
hope
daybreak
on a break
in the
skin

or your
heart.

your beauty un-dwindles. and i

all at once.