when the night falls soft and quiet
is when my heart sinks heavy, stone and surfbound
I place it in my pocket and shuffle shorewards, your mouth on my mind
your hand on my thigh in the corner of my eye
i will fall soft and quiet as well, wet and fluid
falling forwards to the womb of the sea (there
was a lake once, we walked on the shore, shoulders brushing
with a shock!
of electricity and you dragged me to the water
feet ankles knees calves thighs drenched
until you pushed me under and i arose
from glass lidded green gaping maw
baptized and new)