Haven
Come, Love, and rest your sleep in me.
Let our two sleeps slip back and forth
between our selves in a tide rising —
our breath the night's deep wave.
I will hurt nothing in you as you eddy and surge,
as we swell, drift,
first into, then out of our one body.
Only by the faint taste of morning's
salt on our skin will we know how far we have been.