Leaning Into The Afternoons

    Leaning into ternoons I cast my sad nets

    towards your oceanic eyes.

    t blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,

    its arms turning like a drowning mans.

    I send out red signals across your absent eyes

    t smell like thouse.

    You keep only darkness, my distant female,

    from your regard sometimes t of dread emerges.

    Leaning into ternoons I fling my sad nets

    to t sea t is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.

    t peck at t stars

    t flash like my soul when I love you.

    t gallops on its shadowy mare

    sassels over the land.