O amber eyed fortress
I have only stray curls
to give you

I can love you only
in stanzas, in hard kisses
at stoplights and all the rivers
sloshing through my body

as your hands crescendo

to my parched skin.

Water lily of sweet white,

shelter me, welcome me 

 into your lips, 

into the nights

of poems amorous like a tsunami

kissing the shore after a typhoon;

I have only stray curls to give you.