Stella Maris
Painted with the blues of night
drifting weightless on night’s dreaming sea
reclaiming the pieces I left in this bed
when first I learned your geography
(complex admixture of scents
a fragrant reminder of that bone-deep certainty
that surrender, lost in breaking waves)
phantom weight upon me, seal-slick and eager
your arms an anchor, sinking into stillness
beneath the fury of those peaks
I would drown in you if you let me
by the light of a single star.
drifting weightless on night’s dreaming sea
reclaiming the pieces I left in this bed
when first I learned your geography
(complex admixture of scents
a fragrant reminder of that bone-deep certainty
that surrender, lost in breaking waves)
phantom weight upon me, seal-slick and eager
your arms an anchor, sinking into stillness
beneath the fury of those peaks
I would drown in you if you let me
by the light of a single star.
