to love as if you were sailing

“To cry as if you were dreaming
Navigating always
With the red sails of this love.
In the distance, the mad ship loses north…”

(from “O Mare e Tu” – duet by Andrea Bocelli & Dulce Pontes)

yet, already north itself has become undone at west of the winds
and fate touches my face with all the foam clotted
on more pages to scale like waves in a tempestuous bay.

and so, saline and naked, I return to the prologue of you
already errant and yet still lingering like a liquid sun
on the pier of my breasts.

I re-read your fingers in seaweed, unhurriedly floating
and the zenith of tears suffusing the furrow on the beach.

thus we rewrite in navigation of lips
the core of all shells, ignited and dreamed
upon the red sails of this love.

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®