Expenditure

A lover holds hands with another,
Breathing gusts of winter behind a cowl,
A sailing ship weighs the sky down in its wake,
Anchoring the hard-sun, drawing the ill-moon
Thoughts and emotions drawn, dangle
Dangle, on a thread sewn in a faux-silk pillow
The salty ocean dampens the skin like wood at it's port,
Keeping our departing eyes open.
But like a piece of chalk
Scathing fingers at it's end
A dog ceases to bark at a long day's end,
Hiding, hiding under the planks to rest.
The dog dies without shudder.