my body pivots at shutdown
exhaustion emptying me
i am awash remembering
the sea deep rhythms of your eyes
which raise wave after wave
in the pit of my stomach
i try to drink my fill
to remain buoyant with the taste
of your mouth
early light and first chill of autumn
fall away in the gold glow of your skin
my compass offers no direction
save what leads back to you
we float waking dreaming
rising again to meet one another
with hips and hands, shoulders, hair, thighs,
reaching over and across
questions without answers
to say, "yes...you."
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