At last…a draft that might be worth printing out.'Bastille Day'
Maybe this will be the day it will coalesce—
you, me, the empty bottle of chardonnay,
the driving urge to put this breach to rest.
(Another attempt to put the past away.)
I won't lie to you—or, at least, not today,
when you're so determined to be on your best
behavior, to mend a relationship so far astray.
Once more, this night, at your behest
I'll don the satins and silks of recreational
adoration. It's my duty to make things right.
Your body may be my confessional,