Friday, June 8, 2012

only what fits in the ocean

the darkest part of everything
wears down the black sky
and in pursuit
moving eyes 
under guarded eaves
with stunning quickness
move into position

where night   
stops seeing
and becomes light as summer
with daylight on its back
like here and now,
where the only question you need ask
goes something like this


1 comment:

Whatever said...

waving from the undertow
waves of watching
wet shadows dance
waiting to have you.