the last audible revelry

We imagine each other like the civil war characters that we still wish to be.

a humble bravery
a simple calm
a blinding lust
a practiced plea
and a knowing question that is so, so hard to see answered.

all in a weekend's work.

[Sometimes forgive. Never forget.]

I implore you to see the simplicity of the wind
the symmetry of the snowflake
the vastness of a warm night

I ask you to see past the tired and sunken eyes
the stubble chin
to a tipsy night confessional

I see them out there...
watch them fumble around in the darkness of the holy days
chilled liquor down throats
and if so privileged, across backs
as smooth as marble