NAKED AS WATER
Joyce Carbone
You swim by
stun minutes
flatten time
& the shore smells
of more than dead things;
of joy&hope &love,
the clean sea air blasting
my tiny cloth of sand space.
I blink. You rise.
I know I'm dreaming
but love the dream
as you walk by, near
enough to see the whole of you
lifted like a goat-call,
a burly sorcery
fixated on the profane.
I dial old wounds,
call them to mind,
remind myself of bleeding sorrow,
bottomless pits,
agonies unleashed,
then grin a smile,
pull you close,
closer, take your breath,
trade you mine.
