— forthcoming in Rainy Weather Days

We’ve said all the things that lovers say when

skin is wet but warm against the sheets;

when breathing slows to deepened sighs of bliss,

our edges merging embers ashed with sheen

of sweat; when language is no longer words.

The gravity of our bodies, still strong

enough to spark a star, can no longer

bring forth life from darkness; past the point

of no return to time gone through us on

its way to those we leave behind in love.

Yet press our shores together once again

we will when morning finds us finding one

another in its freshened glow as bed-

warmth turns our tides to heat and fire and light.