the leaden deeps

it’s easier to surf than speak
(the cold the cold the leaden deeps)
his tail a-flirt with sideish ways
on the coast we stared, the sea ablaze

you speak with eyes as shrill as that
this clarity in all things blue
I say: what shall become of us?
I call your mouth and sleep for two

did you know you were a different love?
a different love with softer nights
that change to muscle the more I see
our outline skirting my skin-as-kite

go surely to your streets away
where the parks are quiet and evenings sung
missed sore in all the darks of me
we’ll dream of being shone through, and spun.