At Sea

At sea

I hold on to you tightly

knowing

that a part of my flesh

will always belong to this man

adrift

on the shadows

of my dreams

and my allusive ways

of seclusion.

The sky

is

in

simplicity

aching with the beauty

of moonshine

and starlight.

The moon

has cracked

I stand

entwined with you

and feel it crumble

against my body.

It falls

and I kiss you

to keep you close

between my lips.

The thought of darkness crawls across my arm like a nightmare

ever closer to my frame of mind.

Hiding

within the memory

we watch

the sea part

and veil itself

against the torn shred of the sky

but I smile

finding you

in my arms

still intact.

A secret

has been braiding itself into my hair

curled

and wild

as it should be

and I hold you tighter.

I feel your hand on my back

sheltering me

into the deepest warmth that I have ever felt.

His lips

against my mind

lull me

into calmness.

His words

ever

beautiful.

Poetry

is his lips

curling with the sound of my name.

At sea

all is what it should be

golden

inside this phantom orb

of hand in hand

and love.

Love-

the commotion

of all that is wild

distilled

and you and me

still alive to see the eye of the storm.

I have

in many ways

stood aside

to watch

love

and lies bloom

away from me

but now

all I want is to be exposed

seen for what I am

and admired for the truth that is simply me.

I have learned

many truths

tonight

but none more pressing

then you

in my arms

at sea.