Leaning Into the Afternoons

Leaning into the afternoons. I cast my sadness

towards your oceanic eyes. They're in the highest place. My solitude lengthens

in flames, its arms turning like a drowning man as.

I send out red signals across your absent eyes. That move like the

sea near a lighthouse. You keep only darkness. My distant female.

From your regards, sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons. I fling my sadness to that sea

that beats on your marine eyes. The birds of