next to you
my words are small
they clamber for the warm

they seem outweighed
by truths you house
yet long to know your form

they tell me low
'suggest the touch'
but fear to risk the torn

their meaning slack
your ecliptic
tide so shapes my morn


i wait the days

i wait the days


i long to see
and read that face
that subscript giving clues

not wrong to hope
nor out of place
to wonder-wait my cue

i smile the day
remembrance laced
so think what might i do

to find myself
new sea moon night
          again
                   right
                               next to you