582 Love Sonnets to the Rock: 7

After the fantastic idea mentioned in this post by TheLazyLazarus

The wind’s bulk of grit
skims into the cavern bed,
my teeth are tired from chattering
all the time and Buddy Guy’s solos
in “Baby, Please Don’t Leave Me”
unwinding each fleck of nail.

I laughed the first time I heard it
was exactly how I wanted
to tell you that when I restoked
the ashes of December’s Sundays
to make longing feel a little longer.

What wail matches my bed head?
What parting pairs with gin?
What can I say with teeth halfway in knots?

-C.S. Henderson