Walk Into Maple Sea

Never to walk back
When what remains are the beginnings
Of lucid dreams
Simmered in the cauldron of reality

Scorched in the absence of love
The only way to swim
Is into the morning mist

I open my blouse and thrust my heart into it
I feel the maple and cream against
My white chest hair
I remember your playful fingers
Swirling and knotting
I remember the path of transcendent love
It's just that I am descending into the maple sea