Centaur

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I watched you plunge toward eternity
throbbing from my cold heaven to where you spanned
the hoteled beach’s centuries of sand
that edged, like history, into the sea.
You, shirtless on your animal & only
centaured by your bolted thighs, clung
to a horse embronzed by light, the milliontongued
light bent like dogs to your spine’s salt-scalped tree.

Desire with my own voice voiced how that night
…..I would become those tongues of light
plunging into the well of you, the down
of you that gravitates me. Night’s its own
eternity: the white-developed sheets like sky
& sand we’ll in our dark room simplify.