"For Maria-Pilar "
It’s enough…
I watch you as we navigate
Uppland – there are no stars,
a groundswell swallows my reflection.
You’ve become a current in the blue I drift on.
You’ve taught me to float like flotsam.
Is this the color of light?
Dawn squeezes a fresh lemon
over the horizon
and the boom cracks,
spinnakers fling half-moons
back to the wind
as the ocean spits.
O for a stable keel,
unflappable ballast,
white-lipped waves
to kiss the horizon with light.
Where a swan may sculpt
eyebrows into the midnight sun,
capture colors that belong only to you.
Any attraction without torment
seduces dolphins to dive too deep,
whales beach to reach the dunes.
I want to feed on migratory seabirds,
drink sweat beads between your breasts.
To drown beneath these waves,
leave behind their colors,
find new light
in an ultraviolet tsunami
with you.
© 2009 iota
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