You recited neruda, words softly caressing me

the cascade of the nightlife

and the words of a poet, long dead -

mind finally still from the torrent of words

given new life

a yearing for the oceandespite the great din of people

drowning out the small voices of their realities

I hung on the every word

words rustling into to my eager ears

and drinking deeply of your lips

a somnambulists reality

nightlights reflecting in the streets - urban oil slicks of  

luminance

To guide me to the dawn

A soft surrender

Lips

lips like a question

begging fufillment

remaining unasked and trembling

in the power of the question

Eyes darkly dreaming of desire

I want to take you

take you to the ocean surf

and fall into this question and measure your life-beat

with the pounding of the waves

the heartbeat of all lifethe dark mystery of the depths

the salty embrace of the deep