VII

Leaning Into The Afternoons


Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.

I sent out red signals across your absent eyes
that move like the sea near a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to the sea that beats on your marine eyes.

The birds peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.

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