absent anchor

[jmouderkirk]

collapse house of cards heart
from the jealous gyre jive
once sparkling eyes, cobalt connate
dyed to meanest malachite.
nothing keeps my chest from
heaving sick irregular sighs
beside the dull noise of
foot traffic outside.
lulling my sorry insides to sleep.
i beg you night, drain me of
terrific sorrow, restore my sight,
return me to love's trusses so
i may not wander far into
dark waters, so late,
from absent anchor.