and the way you look at me
yodeling your neck
reaching for my hands

the rocks beneath us bronze
they are the color of old spoons
mouths now float flattening this sea

we are in love with this water
in another kind of skin
generously scaling torsos

like artichokes huddling conspicuously
nosing bodies to lead
vibrating the clocks who tic

one thousand pulses spin from our lips
they remove my shadows
my phantom’d past

it passion yells at this reef
it drinks and drinks
never avoiding it’s roar

 infinitely and beyond our waists i sleep better now