Ritual

hiatus shrugged
finally
and the red wine and the pacing resume
and the solace of
what we spoke
and what we believe
all wrapped in the songs
we compose in our heads from the ones
we're dedicated to.

to have you here
and share
the ink of our convictions
and the love
we dare tread upon
and god help us
if we stray from the
reality of being alive.

i can wrap these rhythms
and these sensations
of a wooden floor
and steel strings
and wide glasses
and the everpresent infusion
of shared cigarettes.

i beathe it all
and you all
and my everything
back and forth
and regurgitated lovingly
for the conjugation
of the wreckoning of intimacy.

feel these arms
and i will wrap them
around you with
the truth of conviction
and the solemn beauty
of this palliating ritual.