(reposted as text post)
our whirling beam of light
Shall cut through the night
our winding conversation
shall bind our bodies tight.
your seducing smile and beating breast
lures me through the jagged surf
I’d rather crash upon your rocks
then sail the empty sea of search
so I’ll find you at the lighthouse
in your beacon body form
between your light behind your light
we will find us glowing warm.