My Lover

Picasso thighs and black eyes Wrap me in swirling pigments of hair and flesh As I spin deliriously in watery love Drenched in euphoria that won’t dry I stay warm in oceans of kiss Skidding on a sound that has no edge I roll on silken hills that squeeze And gently tender the vacant patch that was me Taking all that I am through fitful stands of time I am a pebble clutching at the Moon Dust blown about like falling thoughts Looking for a place to rest I crawl toward memory so that I can see But it disappears in her breath I’ve slid past time And surrended all In a place called My Lover