Borrowed Napkins

 It got cold in the

Last five minutes of

The hour’s close so

I went to the sea

To watch the dawn break

At her knees sweetly –

Dreary cotton laid

Handkerchief on the

Shore among the rocks –

Sandbag hands unheld

So, I with she drop

For all the day and

All the tide beside

From the shore and well

Through the breakers’ whim

To the rising moon

Before its eclipse

I want to swim – I

Want to drown in her

Rippling lips like her

Trying secrets and

Whispered affections –

Oh, I hope she likes

My poems written

On borrowed napkins –

It would be my truth

That wipes a dirty

Lip and enters her

Pocket before the

Night’s last five minutes.