Monday, May 4, 2020

Summer's End

At Summer's end
you are a miracle
sleeping on my shoulder
we are dying and dancing
in the soft light
of Autumn

an ocean of sea and salt
I lick the salt
from your chest
we have dissolved
our heavy limbs
climbing like
grapevines

we can be anything
the roar of the sea
the calm dream of death
I am flooded
and complete
at the same time