Navigational

Listening to Your voice                        
patches of oil separate                       
lambent continents of skin;            
             
Olive under bathlight                     
mounds of soapy island                        
extend beneath foam                        
                       
Beyond the cistern                        
eventide constricts;                        
alters Natural to wick                        
                       
Flames emerge resplendent    
puppeting silhouettes    
across purple paint    
     
Pressure emits compressed air;    
collapsing each bubble    
nesting against my head    
     
You abruptly quiet;    
Poetry splays over tile    
grout absorbing Words    
     
I become a generator    
heating porcelain;    
a coiled element of flesh    
     
Lavender permeating    
my Southern Provence;    
Your privy landscape    
     
Fingers methodically    
clearing a dense stone    
for smooth sailing    
     
Your mouth at my ear . . .    
slams surges against the hull    
I grip your arm for impact    
     
Riding out the Storm;    
its rigid bolder of Silence    
dissolved by my scream                        
.                        
                       
The aftermath recedes                        
with each waning echo                        
                       
. . . of Your name                        
                     
Before a Southbound compass            
Navigates straight up through me             
             
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