Today I look at the sky
and see the ocean.
I’m thinking of you.
The high cheek bones,
and a smile to make the
sun and moon rise.
The breasts of the woman,
holding the shape of our night.
Your breath caught in my mouth,
lifting the spirits of the sky.
I will float down the streams
and rivers, until I reach the ocean.
And once again, with fond touch-
hold you in my arms.
That perfect feel.
A Wandering Poet 