You cast that vermillion border
and glance at me with unswept eyes
Your voice holds pain and the comfort
of solitude
I have journeyed you a hundred years.
The wind gets caught
in your waves. You throw us back to sea
I hunger for you,
the clamor of rocks that descend into darkness
and the clouds that hide your secret skies.
The ecstasy of you in the very
pit of me waits to come out
and engulf me once more.