Shhhh…come closer…feel moon’s gravity force
the heart’s each issue, tides’ experience
flooding your bloodstream. Watch us. Chart the course
for Sea of Serenity, its dark, dense
eye patch offering character. As you
gaze at stars, record my breathing far down
in your psyche. Let it rise and fall through
each cell’s conscious desire. My seething crown
of foam never rests, you see. My current
can disappear, yet pull your flesh nearer,
consume all life, if need be. Heaven’s sent
me here as your source, your healing teacher.
Let our beach be your bed tonight. I’ll take
care—faithful lover—be here when you wake.
Roger Armbrust
September 21,
2013
