the wreck
followed me
where I was lost
at sea,
and the bandaged
neck
‘neath the
swept-back hair
fought the night
and the night’s
indissolubility.
blades of grass
blinked yellow-green
where we shored,
and you assured me
with a map of
stars
tracing the
southern cross,
you crossed my heart,
and you promised
me.
you promised,
“i’ll meet you
on the equator at noon,
we’ll search for
our shadows
and await the
return of the moon.”
so meet me at
noon,
elusive shadows,
we two and the moon.