Hurricane Dreams
One
this evening as night
surrounds the bay like a familiar
stars describe the sky luminous
the moon, there is a sanctuary
in this dark where time is something
I can hold in my hand
wind takes the curtains
in a graceful gesture
silence sweeps the balcony
as I wait, clouds rush the beach
roaring
Two
I am lost to the depth
of my need for you your hands
the small of my back as we dance
a fugue encircles my bed with violins
ask anything call my name
under your breath as you fuck me
hard against the white linen sheets
Three
the fury raging tempest in her eyes
only a small confrontation
in comparison with the hurricane
to come
Four
there is no balance, no courting
a storm swift approaching
wind rips the cypress now left
then right in its confusion
Five
stucco buildings in sun
your smooth voice, your hands
come to me in summer, high
heat slow arousal of the mind
an open window on the bay
the luxury of a balcony and
champagne at sunset
you in my life slow
perpetual like roses bloom
in a sheltered garden
Six
if the storm breaks free, if we
survive this length of night
she will disappear with her
cloud filled eyes and seaweed hair
the beach littered
with fragments of the past
dead things we can sweep away
like so much sand
on the blue kitchen tiles
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