Sailing the ocean of the night,
Through storms of strange dreams holding course.
My arm clasped about you, drift then
Tack, close haul, reduce sail, pull in
Your back to me, my belly
To your butt, my leg laid over yours,
At stern the caress of a foot.
Your arm thrown back along my side,
Momentary thrust of a hip,
Then you shift, sleeping face to me,
Trim the hull, point of sail to broad,
Arms folded up against your chest.
My hand on the dip of your waist,
Arm draped cross the lull between us.
Thigh upon thigh, knee bent between,
Reaching, trim the sails to the wind,
Your arm around me, bring me in,
Sailing a troubled sea of sleep.
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