Shimmering fingers knitting quickly in the window
Observed in reverse 
A reflection ahead 
I find myself on the edge yet again 
One more day of me 

We three strangers in the jet-black sea
Three times underneath
Fuzzy and barefoot on the pavement
The blisters sting this morning 
A March to the New Moon 
A salute to Moana
And to me,
Too
One more day of me

Reminders often so I may not forget
The woman dancing at dawn
A glimpse into her uninhibited world
How I envied her 
How she summoned the sun 

Leaving in a hungover daze
Shedding layers of old:
Excess eyebrows surely in some faraway disposal by now,
Nails rinsed down the drain,
Desire drips from the seashell once wrapped around my right pointer finger,
we parted with respectful reluctance, 
And a sliver of self on Her shores.
Energy spent and attention paid 
Spendthrift 
Leaving full and asking who knows who
if it’s right 
To leave 
Even in this hungover daze