I love decluttering these drawers of you
Of libertine trifles that speak your name –
A wine cork, a happiness bite, a nibless pen,
A pair of sad eyes, fleshy sighs, giddy heart-
Before I kill my Christ-like day into the night.
And when I am done with the inside takes,
I reach for the outer foldings of you,
The ones I envy the warmth and the sundry veils
Where the sound has a still, accommodating voice
Pondering into the likes of us, on a coffee sip.
And when the pockets are felt to the stiches,
Let me sneak under the blanket you won’t lift
Where all the lies crumble and tumble into truths
We fabricate to fill in the aching we harbor
In the way our hearts fly through God on a good day.