“Sober”
The roses wither with admonitions
sovereign bows lay edged in fog
the dawn is
humid, you offer
arrogance, a serene liquid
blushed red
I breathe in crimson to
soar in giddiness and
stumble in intoxication,
your silhouette wavers in revelations
You rob my sobriety, offering
the chide of wine, this tolling
of my brevity
does not do, you do not do…
you wash in from the sea,
the damp saturates thought
your face defies belief
I pass undetected through the lull
between torrent and tempest
i wish you could see me, now that I’m sober
i wish you could see me since I got clean
