Endless pulse and heave of tide,
Slosh and skip of sea deep swells
Pull the islands of the sky,
Push the currents in the flying trees,
Beat like bells inside
My passion-scented sight,
Touch the torches dancing
On the edges of my skin,
Slip like sugar birds between
The evening’s dream of breeze
And a sheen of ocean
Lit against the dark,
Lost to words by sun,
Entire beaches lost to life
And brides to night,
Where the winds of water,
Blasts of heat, like timpani
Burst inside the wrist,
Until the liquid lamps
Of childhood tremble into mist.