of broken hearts where you breathe
and my bright, bubbly body?
An ocean of barracudas?
I have written your unfair past
in a perfect circle around my navel.
I’m made of eternal iron,
and think of you as a second mother.
Why can’t we love as the green
sea making love to the slushy sand?
Are you scared?
I have written your short name
down my long, virgin spine.
I’ve taught my merry heart
to jog on and on, through the
thorny paths of this odd friendship.
A patient explorer may go all
the way while a too passionate
fox tires after half a half mile.
What’s there between my lingering
kiss and your sweet lips?
O beautiful shepherdess of my heart,
I have written something on my tongue
that makes me speak your urban,
yet simple language.
It’s written that one day
I’ll be the shepherd of your beauties and
I’ll give up grazing, to gaze at your
silver eyes, turning so thin,
so thin that the
gallant wind will
into your silky,