Saturday, December 1, 2012

I dream the sea, that sea, surrounding me

I dream the sea, that sea, surrounding me
like invisible air. The sound of the leaves
moving in the tops of trees, I am asleep
inside her turning weather. I dream of her,

of thighs and curves, parted lips, of time
beyond the mind's conception. O the water
in the canals and bayous, in the gulfs
and bays, on her skin and body! I'm asleep

with tired cows in the heavy purple night,
with the yellow Moon reflected on the surface
of the quiet water. I can hear the words

she pronounces, the warm scent of her hair
and the curvature of neck. I dream the sea
and the stars as a moving love that governs.

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