When you're out on the water
and the sun become sea
two planes of reality
begging to meet.
There is no horizon
no end to my sight
only the certainty of knowing
at least, in nothingness,
things will be alright.

I'm in love with the girl next door
don't even know who I was before
she moved in with her plants and midnight dancing.
Don't think anyone has ever been so enchanting
I have never even used the word
and yet when she's not in the window I am bored.
So I ask what's on her nightstand?
Instead of what she does with her right hand.
Now I'm reading "Ode to Aphrodite"
feeling wound so tightly
while she spins her records nightly.
We're knocking at each others walls
because she has no number to call
only a broken rotary phone
and I so love and loathe to be alone,
deep in the complexity of my own home.

You are a thunderstorm of passion
the sky falters with heat until she must fracture and downpour.
I am waiting for my affections to unfasten
- for my summer to be drenched.
It seems I'm always waiting for another sweltering day, another aching inch.
Looking for value although I am not poor.
Missing rain outside more and more
and yet I've always been alone in this sea of sheets
gazing, yearningly, at the flooding streets.

You are, a tide pools worth of a *******
cascading jump on a trampoline.
You are more than you seem
with your clean cut hair and your magazines
to think you don't know how much you mean
to a ******* the tipping edge of nineteen
ready to risk it all before she's done with everything
it takes to grow into something strong and seen.
What I see
at the end of fate's red string