The Morning After

 

With blind, awkward precision

I arrive to greet you

Inside walls moist w/ salt see air

The feeling as if in a holy temple

Lined w/ beautiful celebrated faces

Eyes engulfing my being

In the light of an opulent dusk

River flows straight, deep & wide

Past the gate of iron moons

Hours collide with our brief fusion

The sun is up, itís the morning after

I walk home on rotting leaves

Along stones calculably placed