I drowned again upon my couch
Face down. I was a floater,
Untidy, above a reef of empty bottles,
Nibbled by dreams
Not about you.
When I awoke I saw you here
Measuring my window for curtains.
“It is your birthday” I heard you say.
I had not seen you
You walk me to the beach.
I am unshaven, unclean.
With warm strokes my clothes you keep.
Fingers of the moon reach,
Grasping waves to wash my feet.
And I kneel gasping into the water.
You lead me up to the oasis.
Our tongues together confess.
I entwine you in the salty grass,
Jab wet burrows
Hungering for morsels of