Upon rotten ledges and woods, your thirsty words became
Yet still — we watched and waved, we blamed and waited.
The sky you’d painted fell,
ruined by the night.
And as it attacked in blues and blacks, we listened and heard our breathing be clean and our smoking out –
The skin-soft breeze filled the air and lured the boats in.
They waited, watched and waved and halted.
We sang; and our feet were wet and our kisses salted – but then, from a sudden, far off… way away, in the distance,
a tugboat whistled.
We managed. You stayed afloat in shouts and flails; drowning in the whites of sails.
In a clamour,
soaked to your own heavy bones.
It was drunken and sobering.
My confidences bottled,
But in the morning
The tides they came in, creeping, still -
still, and still.