Bluesky

Summer Romance

Bluesky
Our moon-set-silverlit
Night,
is still
before us.
These steps,
Guided on spiral
Coral
Set sea shells.
Spun on a drift
Pointed- turning wood,
Was
Washed ashore
By aimless tides
Of countless storms.
Wet.
Buried yes
Even hidden
on secret sandy beaches.
Splayed
In the tide high
Of summer's
Forbidden fire-
We were consummated
Cold flames
Licked each touch.
Vowels imprisoned us
And we
Together dancing
To the dark sky.
Turning on point
Promising constellations
That never almost
Always
Change