As my arms stretch out
The sea has returned with its unforgiving mask
To push me bitterly into my place.
Where here, I’ve not existed for you.
But come so close as to feel your hands
Once again, as through my sleep.
Your eyes, too bright for the sky-
Stealing rays and building them into your hair.
I have seen the sunlight from my window-
From a tent and cradled adoringly inbetween your arms;
I’ve seen you…
How you carefully unfold me.
I’ve seen you…
Blazing with the beams of the sun,
But with my senses I know you under moons
And dusty lamps.

I’ve felt what sentimental carnal doctrine
Is clasped between the pillars of your persuasive thighs.
Suffocating through light, streams of darkness within your body.

This is where the mask of sea has determined I no longer
Exist for you…
As if it doesn’t know you’ve always loved me.
As if our bones could never ache again.
To force into me the notion that
I do not still feel your fingertips through my hair-
The static of your voice chilling
The curvature of my neck.
The pattern of your breath sounds…
Whispering, longingly, about me while you sleep.

To close my eyes and sleep
Without your hand to my elbow-
Your wet mouth to my skin…
The dark within me lives in that place.