They Design the Way they Flush, in a Lighthouse Gentle.

They Design the Way they Flush, in a Lighthouse Gentle.

mikl paul

 

when he wanted to write about the sea,

    without it including us;    hidden here,   here,

 this reserved warning,  alabaster    and she guides

     him toward some higher place,       wanting

the shadows to be         lengthened by the way

  you give       your time.       the color of her dress

  and the white of   such skin,       the gold he

       will take in silvers;      halting now,    stairwell

now,    his landlocked mouth      between  her

      legs         unsteady    now,      his    mouth

      now        steady      and her stare upward

into     some higher place,       lifting by his

  hair     come with me    now      lifting    above

the purpose of these sorrows       and when

    they arrive     and his kiss to her breast

expecting salt       finding light,        mapping the

    safest route     through     all of here    and

she turns to face the sea          and she

     turns to face the sea      and how small

   is such    (taking itself becoming fragile as

      you welcome it.)     taking   (itself so

    given,     as long as it is taken.)     when

      given    and the       collapse of the

  earth bellow them       and the reckless

    drum of wave     and of stone   and  she is

 stone    and he rises       with tides and   with

  now      and she shows the sea

         and  what(now love of endings.)  is he

dreaming of with eyes so shut and fevered

    while her grip is steady along the safety rail,

        in dark,    then   light,     in dark,   then   light

her open mouth to the sea,     to those that have

    lost their way,       he is           inside her

        yet still         there is a way,        lost

   once,     forgiven now,           and she asks

to drink him dry       in the midst     of fog

     and a version of a night,      and what

glow   and   skyline    as she kneels    and 

     hair like lightening furious with the wind

      and the pace of tasting.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

The give and take of lovemaking is so akin to the tides of the sea; I feel this in the emotion of this piece. I find that the rhythm of this one was a little different for me than some of your other work, not in a bad way, but more a stopping and starting feel, which I likened to the crashing of waves.

"will take in silvers; halting now, stairwell
now, his landlocked mouth..."--These lines really did it for me; amazing, the idea of a "landlocked mouth". I'm impressed.

[mikl paul]

i'm quite happy to impress you.