Do not stifle that chuckle
Do not hide your mouth in your palms
Do not brush that strand of hair behind your ear.
Do not do it so often.
I've seen too much of that coquettish fanfare.
Let it rest. Let the calm of the sea prevail.
We have crossed mountains and seas
And overcame that stony silence
Before the storm.
We let the storm destroy us before, and before that.
We made love in caves beneath the wild oceans
Where the sun does not shine and mermaids groan.
The ancient forebodings rang
Through the stalactites and the stalagmites
Before melting in the carnal fire.
Pour yourself onto me once again,
Like the tempest does to the earth
And the tides to the grains of sand.
Plant that venomous kiss again
And put me to sleep forever.
End it now and here, and release me
From this mess of a body that responds not to me,
But to a strange world where I do not belong.
