song of the silent

falls and i fall prey to oceans of thought and thoughts of ocean,
you, me, light powdery sand separating and connecting our dark figures
ilumined partly by the moonlight.
you talk for a bit in your sing-song,
something about a woman and a guitar. where were you?
where was i? popsickle. licking the drippy blue,
the lime or green apple. someone lifts me up, up
to look at the fireworks. yawny sighs. pops of light. aching, straining, smiling.
you laugh. i smile. you see i faked and reach.
tumble and kiss, tumble and burn. sea over sea.
you have my attention, you have my soft hot breath
and the salty ocean. you have it all.
i got hours of slow blinking. i got my shoes and bare silent woods.
shelves of poetry. back. that look in my eye.
aching, straining, piling
the pillows, re-arranging, shifting and shaping the
geometry of night. i got a history
of thinking like this, thinking in waves
while the moon sets and you
you breathe sea salts
and sleep.