Loosening the lace about your waist, Kissing you beneath the sun, You are the gull without an island, For that you cannot even roam Is why your eyes have become the oceans. I wrap hands About yourself, in the fires To your form. For you forge the night, rawest In the tooth decay of so much sweetness. You fall apart in my arms, While the storms water your eyes. You love without breath, Singing songs while my hands Are pressed into your skin. Drown The life down, Of yours, Of the woman who turns off By a mere flick of a needed switch. Your skin is remembered, Fragrant By what oceans you swallow From eyes that decline the waves To meet your taste to be saved.