Seattle Morning

The clay of my hand was carved to cup you
My body made of earth and wood
The ocean of you breaks against me
Heaven scent I draw you near

You sigh like the sea outside my window
My driftwood fingers drag against the fringe
Lace breaking, wet with aching
Tips dipping in the low tide pools

Thighs yawn around my wrist
Our motions, slow as sunrise
Breathing easy, as the dawn
Mourning for the months long gone

I love the way you curl and break
Shipwrecked in the cave of my arms
Your body washed against me
My siren fox, drowning
 
In pleasure, you stretch
Your bough broken
On my bed-linen cliff
With ribbon wrists,

Reaching far and tied
My eyes navigate and scribe
The arc of you beneath me
As beautiful as morning