After So Many Wrecks

My life
now
when I am with you
becomes a generous rose
no thorn
unfolding toward dawn
the lonely moon
howls
for company
while below
we hold each other
you and I

We kiss

the blissful
future

trembles

a voluptuous sea
our whole world
an ecstatic ship
the wind at our back
in full sail

finally

at

last

after all

the wrecks

Louisa Loveridge Gallas