To You as Balboa, Let Us Say...
Only the missing you
pivots me.
After the words. After
you have gone naked to discover the Pacific
and I have repaired my lips
from their blood. Wishing you courage,
congratulating you on it all
bon voyage
on your trip past Molokai
It is your bone sockets how they
rocked you over me
Memory of the sea
or Rilke's 'without a tongue,
can conjure you at will'
After the words
after your offer to share the bed or
