[poetry] let's call this one "here's to never recovering"

[asindreams]

to you, this will be mere surgery
clinical, sabbatical to warming white waters
in which love is not an operative word
but it is divorced from its immersion i take this chance
to leave phonetics to the phoenicians
as yet again we go, at last, at least, for once
dig up another zombie
unearth once more the flogging horse
or the pommel horse
something else i can't ride
to me, love is an amalgam
once mercurial, now porcelain
an imagined filling to a perceived cavity
in times where neither is real and both are necessary
drills removing roots, raping foundations
and excavating the previous
to enact a future temporary, then permanent
as all futures are
but this flame, however now cold
in this heart's hearth does not burn dry
this affection secretes a precious brine
from tiny pores blinking in the periphery of its membranes
a salty sweat slip, a saline swimming pool ever permeable
if i throw you in that lake, swim.
stare into sodium chloride hopes
sting shallow platelets skirting the rims of shot eyes
please, just let yourself slip inward and there float
in so simply doing you are rendered more (somehow, as if right) in my mind:
the deaf birds on the roof plead
to a lone, dark hollow dredging the edge
of a brow and a brown hand on an oak porch swing,
digging loamy shade from the space beneath
an overhang and a soft, polite "no"
as i draw canvas over us to guard against the bugs
it is here once we've tamed our bleeding
we can rock slowly in the dusk
whistling tunes to each other
that even the birds are sure to never know