When I go to sleep the sea still lies below
and the sun is as ever ahead.
I stand by a cutout
of dark water and later I'll be by the boats
with white sails light as relieved voices
and sometimes delighted between the chattering gulls.
But in the ring I was given I stand slanted
beside a date. And I see him go
in the distance, with a sun. A Careless
repetition in the window.
He called me Flower. And sometimes Spring, Sexy, Sweeter, Sweet and lately more often
Rathernot, Nolater, Please.
