melding might now
quite delight, unlike
music ensnaring our broken night.
weren't we strangers to strains entrancing
as us patented dependancies
i figured olive branches
she itched cinnamon leaves.
..along then, rain ranked faltering
whilst fallen for tunes
with melancholy joshing
an otherwise ebbing endearment;
for its her pastl'd involvement
i was after most
thrusting rum on carpets
stocked on gratitude.
..however funny
your attempt at entangling be weak;
wasn't disinterest, i gathered
twas haphazard need to retreat
stems coiled, soiled on disbelief,
not once she gave in
for i didn't give up
we sundering a floor
moist, defiled in deluge.
..some venturing thereafter
one'd make way, undone;
passive neutral at argument
occasionally atrophied off neglect.
who was deficit
in that monsoon full of debt?
aching knees
or our coveted debate?
so tonight
i'm reluctant, impaired
of the distillery and
eager to admit.
tonight, i'm not sour
though despair
polishes off the soul
making kosher to announce
i lost;
those evenings we both
caved in and chose.
but when now alone
i'm forced to host
dark rum on the carpet
as its our askew'd floor
that melts me most.
