Would you let salt water slip under your door?
Run your fingers through its currents-
Resist the impulse to fly out the window-
And wear its warm bath until you’re all
Coral and mermaid?
If, when the riverlight swims across your porch,
You stretch out your legs on your swing
And invite him in, will you then let moonbeams
Spill from every corner of the skies
Of your jaguar eyes?
Where do wild hearts tilt? Beneath the stars, with
Wind rustling all the leaves at once
In her refuge edged by vetiver grass and
Crowned with the boughs of a honeytree
that grew from a laugh.
Summer brings a tempest of dreams to set the
Pinwheel leaves of your soul spinning.
But unmade moments might still undo each night
Into fernlike shapes, or even turn
Into an ocean.
