Rain in the night

stormy sea high tide

 

deep throb tug of water:

 

morning’s new horizon

too much talk, talk

 

suffocates the essence

numbs the deep dark throb

 

of it.

 

We walk in isolation

pretending to blur edges

 

talk of love tires me

words on a page

 

body’s anticipation

wanting to go down deep

 

to the nub of it.