dark torch
hey old flame I swam
across the harbour just to buy you
some shoes all night all night
in the water howling songs
uncontained publications of love
with a flea in its ear and its pants
on fire fool! liar!
(waves arms) who am I to hold
a dark torch up to heaven
and the ferry’s disappearing lights
I didn’t have the boat fare
but I knew the fit of your feet
and the extraordinary hours kept
in that boutique I swim aflame
