It’s easy to blur the picture
slip the lead of life
A stray dog
running wild
No duty to reality
In truth, I wander lost
fighting to make sense
of all I’ve got
Can I dive deeper
Can I really reach her
Such superficial urges
with such urgency
swell up in me
As if I’m bound always
to beauty
She pushes her hand into mine
When she licks those lips
and presses her tongue
so sublime
how could I decline
But can I let her
throw herself into
this shallow sea…
Her perfect body
into this shallow sea…
I’m staring out
restlessly
Peering back into me
But no, not deep enough
Looking out
relentlessly
back into me
And no, not deep enough
not deep enough to dive
Can I let her
throw herself into
this shallow sea…
No, no
not deep enough
not deep enough to dive…
[2010]
Thanks for reading this old poem.
The Lighthouse 