lighthouse



the moon
has drawn a line
across your chest
a path, a gateway
an airstrip
a sliver of light
under a bolted door
a weakness underlined,
a hurdle, a wall
the urgent, naked glow
of opportunity?
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance
of an object out of reach
you sleep soundly
i fight the pull of the tide
exhausted
i put my hand on your chest
a silver, white shoreline
swim parallel
~
Rene 2010
photo credit Fee Easton
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