Closed eyes, head on shoulder, hand in hand
reminding. Know these swaying lights inside
this shaking tunnel form the glowing vein
within a darker hall. Shifting sideways,
lifting, lilting, loving—an old ship, slipping
forward-port-and-starboard, shapes the shared
still solitary midnight of its wake.
O silent syncopation, trace your rhythm
on the stranded crests of softness waiting yet.