Your blue-black cold weight
buoys the crumpling waves and
the drifting swan, the
sun-seeking cord grass.
You bear my gaze and indulge
my speculations.
You do not mind that
your weight anchors my sense of
self, my empty self.
Your blue-black cold weight
buoys the crumpling waves and
the drifting swan, the
sun-seeking cord grass.
You bear my gaze and indulge
my speculations.
You do not mind that
your weight anchors my sense of
self, my empty self.