through a crack in the ceiling
it poured onto the bed.
like a stream that flows from
an open vein it shot you in the head.
you lay naked bold
open to the possibilities
your womanhood exposed
alive with anticipation.
caution from distrust.
your shield on the
(whose eyes are baby-blue with a slight circle of yellow around the pupil)
I decided to embark on a skiff *
to skim the surface of steely-blue eyes.
A vessel well suited for the task
maneuverable I could look over-side.
“I can put an oar in