Fahrenheit 42Below

Moonlight over a Harely sky
we are a taunt canvas
on the pacific ocean’s palette

Slowly they push
through the blanket

through the dark trough
of midnight minds

she capsizes him / breath wet
inexorably / stuck in their quicksand

—I jutt out like a lighthouse. —I am a strobing beam —Stark —Light

he will not last the night
there is moonlight in her waters

in squalls and undulations
his hull is nearly breaking

deep in her inner ocean
she is a sea running high
he is a sundering ship

barrelling in a running wave
she is against his chest
against his keel

all hands on deck
in a rhythmic slap

falling sheets
in push and back

A Thousand WattLIGHT BULB! They are a masterpiece!
her head arched back / he is yawing rolling back

seeing / knowing / knowing

—I am her LIGHTHOUSE
She is my ROGUE WAVE