A Wedding upon the Sea

The bay —

a blue palm.

Boats and islands doze between

couples of masts

fell in love in wind,

may part at the end.

In the breeze

your curls

a little brown net

shadowing my cheek.

I shall never shake it off.

Perhaps, we are the legend,

earliest

female and male,

dwelling behind distant Arabian crags.

In the apple orchard,

snake and sunlight together

slipped into gorgeous river.

And you came —

a green moon

dropped into my youthful basement.