pine needles naked bodies and golden hairs
you belong on a silver ship
                                               that goes
                                                            ­   to nowhere
                                                         ­               but
                                              ­                 sometimes
                                                    stops
      ­                                   near
                        paradise
storms blowing at stubborn desire
   filling lungs with memories we thought were lost

we die when the soul is exhausted by the torment
   it has swallowed
                                 like honey
                                                   ...and your skin
when it is next to my skin