Endless pulse and heave of tide,

Slosh and skip of sea deep swells

Pull the islands of the sky,

Push the currents in the trees,

Beat like bells inside

My passion-scented sight,

Touch the torches dancing

On the edges of my skin,

Slip like sugar birds between

The evening’s dream of breeze 

And a sheen of ocean

Lit against the flying dark,

Lost to words by sun,

Entire beaches lost to life

And brides to night,

Where the winds of water,

Blasts of heat, like timpani

Burst inside the wrist,

Until the lamps

Of liquid childhood 

Tremble into mist.


Rumfire, Waikiki

6:00 - 7:35 PM, May 28th, 2010


June 13, 2010