Water's Edge

Incited by the primal joys of night,

I swim inside the lights of the sky.

I cast off along the tempting shores

Wetting the moonlight trail, kiss by kiss,

That I might find my way back home.

My tongue, lips, and my fingers travel,

Living on sweet milk and caramel heights,

Through suffocating jungles of delight.

The dark is Lit by a fire I merge with my own,

Burning to its great and final collapse.

A heap of sizzling embers hiss and steam

And finally sleep at the water’s edge.