Leaning into the Evenings
Leaning into the evenings I throw my sad nets to your ocean eyes.
There my loneliness stretches and burns in the tallest bonfire, arms twisting like a drowning man’s.
I cast red signals over your absent eyes which lap like the sea at the lighthouse shore. You guard only darkness, my distant female, sometimes the coast of dread emerges from your stare.
Leaning into the evenings I toss my sad nets to that sea which stirs your ocean eyes. The night birds peck at the first stars that twinkle like my soul as I love you.
Night gallops on her shadowy mare scattering wheat stalks over the fields.