Exquisite Shining

We held eachother's ghosts,
A fist of sorts. Your blue claws

tight around my quickest vein,
a dagger in my dark belly.

And the drum's chord beat
the rock in mirrored waves;

washed night from limb
like fine mist from the hills.

When you leave the bed
I understand the sea-

the quiet, deep organs
of its body, the constant pulse

of its grief against the shore;
the way it shines exquisite

in the sudden brightness
of our morning.