Changes in Desire
At the thought of desire
the oceans cry.
They break over islands between lovers,
a continent once one body.
But the rip currents are jealous
because we don't long for the pull of the sea anymore.
Because the waters are parted, broken,
a labeled section once one body:
And I am one heart in love with another
that I can finally reach
and five oceans
in love with the way they touch the shore.
They told me:
If you love, do so always, and with warm
fingertips.
They say:
If you love, do so always, and so deeply
that they taste you in the water