His Name Written in the Water

The pulses of our morphing
desire are beat out
against the musk
that emanates from the blooming
rhythms of the sensuality
in his voice, as an oar plunges
into the sea,
making circumferences
with the ripples of a
galaxy of stars,
cosmic dust, and planets
spinning out
across the darkened surface of its limpid
liquid universe.

Originally published in Carpe Diem Review, April 2009.

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