i come
swept into
the tidal wave of you
mashed up
on this ocean floor
how do you undo me
like this
my gift
in a dizzy hand
my eyes
a vulnerable sigh, a sail
on the blue
of this paper world, folded
into the perpetual
burning
churning
the wheel of us
together,
marooned
I am naked here,
arms stretched wide.
I’ve removed my apron,
my soles are rooted,
sandals tossed aside—
shaking my papery skins
of ochre, amber, umber,
deep chestnut brown
whistling down
as autumn storms
cause them to do
a little tune,
wild and flush,
like milk, like honey,
like money, or better—
the sound
of the storm-crested
rustling of two.