stars – sands – the beach against the ocean of your skin
I drown in the beauty of the night;
pinpoints of desperation
waves of darkness and warmth
dry like a thousand imaginings
history at my feet
monuments eroded into sleep
your hands are cliffs
outstretched in a dream
distant ships, portholed shadows, my body
on a cruel dirt floor, moored by my solitude
and the contradictions of my desire
your hands, breaking invisible, the crests of waves
a shipwreck or simply submerging
into this intransigent night
my heart tears itself open, through tides and tears
pinpointed and splattered in the starlight
I see your name.