sea’s quiet tonight, iris and vagabond gray
salt coarse in our hair we can see it in the
last pink light
count the bubbles in the wake
sprouting from thin air and
imaginary whale songs
they won’t find us in the stern let me
look at your hipbones—I won’t touch
not yet it’s too quiet tonight
there’s orion, and there’s cassiopeia
stars swimming white fish in our
rum-eyes
gulls’ heads tucked under wings
in the corners—goodnight goodnight
little gulls, dreaming you’re doves
even sirens sleep this moon
soft voices slumberous
smoky, hey—let me look at you again
under the velvet dark, sea in sterling drops
on our lashes, let’s take a break from steering
let waves and mermaids take the wheel
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
sea’s quiet tonight, iris and vagabond gray
salt coarse in our hair we can see it in the
last pink light
count the bubbles in the wake
sprouting from thin air and
imaginary whale songs
they won’t find us in the stern let me
look at your hipbones—I won’t touch
not yet it’s too quiet tonight
there’s orion, and there’s cassiopeia
stars swimming white fish in our
rum-eyes
gulls’ heads tucked under wings
in the corners—goodnight goodnight
little gulls, dreaming you’re doves
even sirens sleep this moon
soft voices slumberous
smoky, hey—let me look at you again
under the velvet dark, sea in sterling drops
on our lashes, let’s take a break from steering
let waves and mermaids take the wheel