A Passage

Through the coitus of skin and sky and through the nocturnal delights which cleave the eye from it’s starry destination — the bare keel of the universe breaks the relics of our lucky stars where each body connects to create this corporal ship.

Blue meadows roll from your brow / cut the starboard hour with the bronze peal of the morning star. Solar plains spire from the quiet asylum of your ear. In the first rays of the morning sun your hair trails of thought / an ancient shore line. — And I, a sailor, am shipwrecked in the light which moves its flawed draw across thy cool hand.

Passing into white communion a pure brightness intuitively human like dreams through the air we breathe driven outward from art and death — We abandon the cold geometry’s of our flesh and sex becoming without boundaries: ocean size.