Pull back from clouds and air-top beats,
of hearts and allowances – tidy whispers and fragrant wishes.
Leave now rowing, winds warm, waves flat – so moisture permeates –
and dry air drowns.
Pull back sweet lover, push back, tuck head – snuff whispers cold –
tingle hands warm.
Pull back now and all will be forgotten in light.
All will be remembered – shaded dark.
2011 Barry Comer