For
Hilary
Take
this longing, this stone-heart rawness
this
broke-leg puppet dance
this
fist of shells I give you
from
mythic beach I've walked in time
uneven
stiles like crucifixion posts
sand-calloused
fingers, driftwood stumble
this
twilight ache of bone and pulse.
Take
this longing, translucent embers
memories
of rooms and strangers
this
flint-eyed sorrow
the
residue of roaming.
Take
it with your kiss
this
longing from my tongue
in
whispered night, in shallow water.
I've
never slept in someone's eyes.
