See the window with the jagged mist?
It is sanctuary if you are willing:
a lighthouse, groomed for nocturnal
findings. I will not gull or be fooled.

I know you have commitments
and semi-skies to maintain. We
could be gulper eels eating fish
bigger than ourselves. I favor

wood-winds panting versions of
pain, to skim waters and build
sensual tides. I�d love to trace
over the moonshine that glints

around your mouth. Let kisses
be a melody, the evening, a rock
we roll. To warn: cries will eat
through a lair laden by silence-

might scratch records of long
playing whale songs. Unquestionably,
I will need a cliff to rise past convictions-
wings to leave again, and again.



�2007 by Yolanda Calderon-Horn