on the night sea. I study celestial charts,
track a satellite’s red-pulse through binoculars.
As the moon ripens over the black horizon
I bend memories with Mercator lines past home
& all the girls who lingered far enough away,
orbiting at a safe distance.
The woman in the moon, full now,
mouth slightly opened in a half-smile, halfgasp
surprise, blushes with another’s sunset.
I settle between swells on the memory
of her who eclipses ship, sea, stars --
Whispering into the ocean’s ear
I wait for her salty-sweet breath.