Leaning Into The Afternoons

 Leaning into the afternoons,
I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.

There, in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames;
Its arms turning like a drowning man's.

I send out red signals across your absent eyes
That wave like the sea, or the beach by a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness my distant female;
>From your regard sometimes, the coast of dread emerges.


Leaning into the afternoons,
I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed
By your oceanic eyes.

The birds of night peck at the first stars
That flash like my soul when I love you.

The night, gallops on its shadowy mare
Shedding blue tassels over the land.

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