i stood under
the cover of the porch
this night
cigarette rolling in
my mouth
writing a kind of blues
in the cold dampness
of the air
and i
closing my eyes
listened to the sea
above me
the immaterial pink sails
of midnight
billowing over me
in an endless starfilled   
sea

the sound of that
of this
filled my chest
with opaque memories
of hazy beaches
in new jersey
and of you
talking
and of how i'd seen you
in a new
beautiful way

just as i find
something new
and beautiful again
now
as you snore
secretly
on the couch