Wet welling from earth . . .
Deep valleys, hills, sweating *******
. . . I plung into her.
We are lost at sea . . .
In moonless night our soft cries,
Curled waves drowning us.
Above her in bed . . .
Little breaths lifting our bodies,
Eyes, fingers, dreaming.
Her green eyes are set,
Jewels from sargasso seas,
My ghost ship is wrecked.
Her long hair tangles . . .
No struggle in rising— then,
. . . We are rapt in bed.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
Wet welling from earth . . .
Deep valleys, hills, sweating *******
. . . I plung into her.
We are lost at sea . . .
In moonless night our soft cries,
Curled waves drowning us.
Above her in bed . . .
Little breaths lifting our bodies,
Eyes, fingers, dreaming.
Her green eyes are set,
Jewels from sargasso seas,
My ghost ship is wrecked.
Her long hair tangles . . .
No struggle in rising— then,
. . . We are rapt in bed.
