What I Assume

Infatuate

Warm statue
with chimeric curves laid in wintry sheets
a rocky mountain range, elbows, ribs,
and spine; a breast, a peek of flesh,
a pillow
asleep with secret sentience

East of this Sicily I slowly pass the night
letting the sail luff
I see
the castles of your body, cliff to cliff
a spell exhales in each breathing
seducing as you slumber

I trim, tack towards you
I shy away
a car's light passes the window, shows
a Scylla
my eyes wander from the water to shore
my dark strait; your bright coast

stranded thus the waves slap
obsessively at my hull, I am ensorcelled
nothing doing
drift toward dawn