Star of the Sea, Ora pro Nobis

when you parked your jeep

the screeching noise it made awoke me

touches of gray mingle with the blue of the sky

i can hear waxahatchee playing

caressed by the cool breeze

you repeat the exercise of

wandering and breaking free

muddy sand adorns your feet

long periods of silence

seem so fitting as we tiptoe around

the shells by the sea

and “the night is a starry dome”

or maybe

“the night is when

the northern lights perform”

as joni mitchell would sing

you know how it feels when

in this age-old battle against life’s hum-drums

moments of victory like this feel exactly

like running my fingers through

your soft red hair after a stressful day

like us frolicking on some idyllic farm in the hay

like you eyes softly inviting me to unfold

your feminine mystery

like sitting by a creek and wondering if

i should kiss you on the lips

like my desires dripping down on your skin

like droplets of honey

oh, but with one mishap, the game 

ends and ecstasy melts away quietly

and in the the ensuing agony

of lonesome nights accompanied only

by creativity that’s run dry

and at best some small candles

of previously exchanged flirting

we feel like we’re each other’s sandals

unaware of either we’re being

stepped upon or partaking

in the stepping