for J.B.

From my bed this morning I brought
a woman, whom I had helped to climb
into a boat. What made us lovers
was that I stood on the dock
and she in the boat. Otherwise,
she would not have wept,
so that I could lift my hand
in comfort. Her head rested
heavy on my palm--a wonder
washed in sea water. Oh!
I loved her, there, above the
dock and would have climbed
into the boat had she not brought
my fingers to her mouth and licked.
Heaven rolled over, and I lurched,
sick as if a storm had cast me
back on land. And so I woke.

06/25/2009

Posted on 06/25/2009
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