That I once met
At the harbor
That's not there
Jesus
Fucking
Christ!
Has it been THAT long?
Beside the point now, I guess
Pause.
Where was I? Ah.
Her skin (ebon and even darker beside mine)
Flowed like blades of razors
Quicksilver
Disappearing like a queer night flame
Just beyond the trees
Just beyond the hill
At the harbor that is not
Where I met the fish-er-man
Has it been that long?
It was a languid night
Filled to brimming with stars and bystanders
That befuddled us so much
I see that now
We couldn't escape
'Cause no traps had been laid
A little ironic
Really.
And so we returned
To the non-harbor
Where it all began
And sifted through the night's events
Like sand, glistening grains
Listening for the clock to strike
One? Two? Three? In the morning
Then we could move on.
Well, her skin (onyx, undulating beneath my touch)
Seems to breathe life into me
And dreamily, lustily, I recall
Some brief harbor that was not there
