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 the inabilities As it was that last night with the moon bright across the water as you went into me tongue or magnificence lighting my rooms till now. Sockets, muscles of your back under my hand still. No errors in the way silence joins or we rock. I wish you courage, in any language, this or whatever they speak where you go without me.