In Marriage

                                          to P.

Beneath vast skies of tenderness
you look at me and smile,
the sunlight streaming from your wind-swept hair,
your knowing brow,
the little lines of pain around your eyes...

And all my sleepless undertows, high deserts, shoreless oceans,
my phantom ship of dreaming Lucifers
and sails of dark, inhuman longing
melt
like snow
into this golden tide of timelessness
that flows unbroken
from your heart to mine -
my love
my shipmate
my eternal shoreline.

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