The low hanging hibiscus coos out
its swollen-mouth flower song
to the rare bee holding its tongue
and I’m drunk on the bully world again—
a fueled up fluster coming on.
Look, even two oceans can collide
here in the belly of white islands.
Splurge and risk in the conch-dark
night—I’m going to walk into the water’s
frothy rim. Come here shark. Come
here barracuda. Love the sweet artifacts
of this body. Carry me in the world-class
rattle of a wave. I want the big bite, one
restless, tooth-filled mouth to take me down.

I dreamed the tangled crush of magic peels
in the wax leaves made a spell of bones
and everything bloomed big and better than
before, and beyond the barbed wire, beyond
this fence of angry fists there’s a breathing,
there’s a breathing underwater. Love
the body bending, the useless hair, the
when of the skin, the when of the wrist,
the witching, the now, the now, the insist.