Revelation Then And Again
We met in the southern harbor,
Your cerulean gaze absorbing my creosote heart,
Your fingers like spine bones on a clothesline.
Come give me my soul again:
See, where it flies!
Children play in front of a fountain...
Stories I told you of bees disappearing.
I am equally afraid.
My gutter heart fell then and again.
Come give me my soul again:
See, where it flies!
