When I went to the beach that dark night,
I only saw the heavy crook of your hip
Carved in each round dune.
The hair of your navel ran between them,
Guiding me to visit the white horses of your sea,
Splashing my thigh in naked symphony
Like the tickle of your petticoats that day.
Your memory fills my mind
But my stomach will be forever empty,
My tongue is still full of your spittle,
Anticipating the salty dance of our teeth.
If your bones could hear my sin,
You would find under the sand our folded drawings
Of cold city skin.
It is in the belt of the stars that the white of your eyes are now,
All you have is nameless silence.
I would rather drown in these unknown waters
Than dry out my tongue
in the cold of your harsh silence.