Signals

When in stupor I lay awake
In the slow shine of your sun,
As if echoing in a morse code of desire
Two lighthouses shore to shore.

Or perhaps like children in mischief
Flashing torch signals
Across windows framed by the dark--
Beams beyond a timeless night.

I hear you now.

The Mighty River's Tale I

This is a riverine tale

Sailing on a boatman's barge

Floating, for our envious eyes to see.

Two faces, held forever in a frieze

Their gaze

Intersects, refract

At odd angles.

She laughs in abandon

Like so many ripples on a mighty river,

His face catches the sun on her waves.

A youth never ours,

This freedom 

Of a moment under the sun

Spent carefree.

A delicate haiku of desire,
The symmetry of curved bodies
Intertwined in a perfect sphere