BLACK PITCH

startle dark
no fire
no stars to glean
suffusion
surrender

urging wind
brushing
filling
toiling against
the upper structure

and the scent of salt
fulfilling mutual
steadiness

nothing like running
dark
like a truth examined
with more senses
then just the simplicity
of wavelengths from
the broad spectrum

this is more of
"feeling"
mixed with the chaff
of longing and want

this gorgeous elongated
banner flowing
like a mane
hear it licking the expanse
tall in the rigging

and I recall
the moodiness
of your mouth
changing
like the waves
from lilt to lush
from petulant
to pout

taunt
and touche