William D. Borgen

In Each Other's Skin

Poem by William D. Borgen

Tides rock the fish to sleep.
Our child dreams in candy colors,
of green, white and red.
Hands cup the sunset.
We are perfect in each other's skin.
We embark in a crystal slip,
the canopy of the evening sky a
cobalt - blue madness.
We wave to the setting sun.
We go below teakwood decks.
Wispering of latitudes and
pack ice.

You are my love.
You are my child of stone.
You are my seedling.
You are my breast - warm spring day.

So where is the end of all this?
So why is cinnabar red?
I never want to end this feeling,
for I'm intoxicated on this, your eternal NOW

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 15, 2005