sail my ship
across your pale blue
horizon, gliding
over the swells of your chest
rising, falling
tracing my racing thoughts
with fingertips that
drag across these keys
trying to land on an
embankment of affection

tell me, loudly
with crimson-soaked sleeves
how you want me
stretched out on the couch
still
sober
supple
scared to move
too much
in case we disappear (back) into
daytime dreams and
nighttime fantasies