A clarity of dreams anticipates your return
and in my eyes awaits an audience of stars.
Strong waves lash my arms, wet with the Caribbean’s
spindrift air and willful northeasterly winds.
A stretched galactic canvas, here lies an ecstasy
of youth exploding like a supernova.
Here now and then interconnect, matter.
In gales of will and abandon, please come:
Unfurl your sails by sailors rigged.
Glide, surge, pulse, pivot. Let’s gather
and store caresses for the rough journey
into tomorrow. And though a lover’s frailty
obscures my senses I cannot drown.
I sleep, wade deep in holy water.