mounted the lighthouse metal

mounted the lighthouse metal
          spiral clanging
up to sensual silence & a long sea view
(dropped the teasing underthings)
          hanging
flags of mute surrender as we drew

the heat bits nearer, rode a rising tide,
splayed a risen leg, a grasping hand
          guided, guided, locked in sea slug slide
(the light rotated once came back to stand)

where open mouths breathed hot staccato sighs
(two rush-thudding hearts and gasping wheeze)
& all the ships that strayed too close to shore
blasted horns in dinning feral roar
at heads thrown back,
          a buckling of the knees,

& giant Neptune rose, looked into our eyes