Chapter 21 Leaning Into The Afternoons

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengths and flames, its arms turning like a drowning mans. I send out red signals across your absent eyes that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse. You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges. Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes. The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when i love you. The night gallops on its shadowy mare

shedding blue tassels over the land.