Susan Smith Nash



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.