Barter Poem by James McLain

Love·lies there bare, things of this
move past to show, you live to tell.
Billowing out in bright crimson red
this full sail beneeth the bluest sky.
A chalice of brine and salt around the clouds
on edge I ask each curve, looking up.

The sun shares it's warmth I barter with breath
I held,
waiting for night to come upon my shadow.
Soft breath the eastern wind reveals
your shore as the moon reveals your face
against my back.

I share to barter with volcanic speckled
sand between each toe.