The Island

Marauding indifference

A pirate ship laying siege

Upon the islets of love.

Fair harbors torn from hemming

Of water and perfect dusk --

Two shades of sweet charity

Unfastened by the crashing

Of shore-heavy waves and wood.

My hair whorled and matted dark

As some wrecked survivor of

Ships. I feed the craggy shoals

With blood undone from my flesh.