it's the vessel
exalted by the sea
where the heart's just
an eye practicing
the touch
of listening
she turns to me
and asks
for a touch of
horizon honey
so i say
i am grazing
she blushes and exclaims
oh! do not look at me!
face fettered golden pink
caught in the act
of existing
nimbus dusting merrily
on her broom laughing
tidily
casting seed
tongue-tying
all the love
there can be
