THE CIRCLE

I awake

full of lust

& write

that lust

into a few poems

&

with her

gifts

& visions

they birth

fulfill desire

...

going

to the more mundane

translating

of poems

but throughout the Caribbean

lines

the lust

is a bright lingering sun

over desire's azure

waves

clapping against

my being

&

her

my muse

a verdant isle

shimmering in the horizon

the sender

of the circling wings

above the rising mast

so

I sail

back

14.11.2025