Some Thoughts on the Sea

the ocean serenades. I forget that I am a tired shirt.
there are constellations on the bottom of the sea.
all of my shipwrecks replaced by these sensitive waves. 
someone will have to remind me I have brown eyes.
that my hands have ten fingers. is this the flavor of my skin.
is this what tenderness left on my starboard. 
someone seals a kiss in a wine bottle. throws it out. 
the whales sing so prettily I could die of such doorbells. 
reminds me: I have this memory of you. touching my face.
and speaking to me such long syllables. 
during the night it is my only star. you, that thought.
the gloss of kelp is the glide of your tongue.
the roses that grow on the beach cannot live without salt. 
don't say it isn't so, that love is easy. I am tired of short-cuts.
their thorns hurt like lightning. it awakens me. 
sunrise, even here is not enough. 
I am touching you in a memory. that is all memory is.
the freckles on your jaw. 
how your eyes row out and drop like the moon. 
I will not cooperate with the death of any heart. 
only a woman like you could understand. 
if you stayed. your pulse, an old sorrow.
you've been listening to the whales so long.
their words for harpoon. the furrows on your brow. 
I told you, my kisses were invented for this. 
the wind has always been blowing this way. 
the whole world's driftwood is ours. 
a thought: in thinking of you I am not lost anymore. 
funny after all this time. home is everywhere you are. 
we could just drift and find it. 
an embrace, yes, that, and so much more. 
I believe anything is true. that love can breathe water.
that love can walk on it.