Pebbles and sand in

a half a jar of pennies

by unmade bedsides

sheets are wisps of memories

curling to the music of your voice

singing sand grains of I love you’s

ignoring the rounded pebbles

pushing against my sole

twin souls pushing out winged hearts

we see the softened underbellies

of the others foibles as well

as the cosmic commonalities

and how you know me better

than I’ll ever know myself

and how I know you better

than your numbered night amours

oh but for the ease of walking away

of feeling nothing of the north and south

in us, swaying the treetops tall and long

yet-

I am climbing your lighthouse still

sitting atop it all night long

your glow centering entering

deep thrusts of your perfection within me

my need, my craving, my love despite-

the others, another’s- a sailor’s moonlight