sail

an off-gold silence
spread to your fingertips
there,
upon our cold surface
ships now setting sail
into blunt eyes
and bringing back light
and lust
that just might inspire
a breast
and beneath it
a hard heart, beating
shallow...

in the darkness of honest speaking
and the doldrums of flight
we were ever so lonely
but now we are as battleships, fleeting
into a late, late night.