We crash with the same beat. I know
It’s impossible. You sound like
Salt water smashing
On rock and grit.
(and I always connected sex with the sea -
with waves, with pulling in and out.
Rhythm. I could bury my head in a stone pillow.
I could clutch your wet shoulders.)
You can see the wolf in me.
You can sense the moon rising. Your
Eyes are shades darker than
Your hair. Than the earth.
(the sea’s so female. Moons;
tides. Purging and cleansing.
Water surging in phases.
Isn’t blood salty as sea?)
I love this. There’s a power
Around me. You show me
The day; the night. Black
And white crackle at your fingertips.
(I love your hair. I love
the way your face slopes.
I love all your faults -
they make you more mine.)
We know each others’ secrets. I plan
To give you yours back
By not telling them. Your failures,
Your soul-destroying moments.
(when the phone rings, I know
it’s you. I can sense
your nervous twitching. Your
voice. What you do.)
I dream about you swallowing me.
Bury yourself in me and hide.
Do what you do to me. I know
We’ll crash and pulse until we merge as one.
(1988)
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