Shipwrecked

The morning opens and yearns for me.
Luke warm with love we lie.
I awake with his lips, a new full moon of him.
Teeth brittle like driftwood; a shutter to the tide.
Closed eyes, dams in the emergent morning
silently creates a crater between us on this heavy bed; a raft we share.

We lie on the rocks not touching, no speech.
We wait for the waves to cover us
like a sheet pulled over our bodies.
It is white but the rocks are blackened.
They scrape our spines
but support our flesh.

Deserted, desolate, ship-wrecked bodies.
Naked in our stone smooth skin