SEA FEVER

Under the bridge the water is full of ships. If it could
quake my heart would wrest away from its guards and
assume a throne as tall as a topmast moving out to sea.
Beneath a crown of stars hymnal sails in the ascendant.
Night's moist consummate air carrying me to a wilderness
beach where the rest of me waits beside your side

A tide of horses swims through the swollen black lanes to
the moon.  A weight of wanting roped to their backs

At a dead gallop.  The waves would break me.  If I could
open in your wide white arms. A prodigal mermaid with
eyes on fire. Buoyed by love's wild wings. Eastward
leaning. In the phosphorous sky where the ocean gathers
high towards heaven my summer skin of silk and mother-
of-pearl drinks in the still asylum of a blue sound