brian thomas madden
Ireland (between an ocean and
Thread the tangled waves
of your midnight curls,
where tender dreams are netted
and shook free, as my trembling
fingertips trace a path of scars
to the cradle of your breast.
Beneath the rise of flesh
your heart echoes and I submit
to kneel in silent petition
while laurel leaves adorn your feet.
For a decade I was adrift
as a vagrant upon anarchic seas,
now I am yearning to dwell
in the hollows of your chest,
to weave an olive branch aviary
and perch among your murmurs of desire.
I'd lay siege to your garden of slumber
and breach its gate of polished horn,
so I may wake clutched in your embrace
for a final chance at an eternal dawn.