I hear you swallow smoothly in the night.
The swaying waves of your back hardly pause
Their steady swell and release,
The ebbing of stretched warmth pressed flat
Receding from my chest
But for a moment.
Sometimes I whisper to you
And hope you somehow hear.
There will be a day,
Some day, no doubt,
When my hair has frosted over
And my chest falls forward,
When the workings of the coasts
And the marvel of your shores
Hardly arrest my silly nocturnal wanderings
Over forgotten bills
And prolonged workday projects,
I lie on your beach,
Listening to the hushed rush of your ocean,
And quietly mouth with thick clumsy lips