It starts with the lull of the boat buoy

rockaby to sleep on a majestic summer night

I hear your breathing quietly loud

and I remember

the way the trinity would covet anything of yours

treasure hunt as if we knew one day you would fly

and not come back down

to the open road driving 90 to Quogue on a summer morning

laughing at how I left the love of my life behind to gaze

at strippers and soul stealers

I called you up as I was in your bliss

"These guys think they must, just try and get over on us"

Not saying that he didn't have his charm

But I don't agree that he was worth the fall

into the deep, into the lost, into the plague

of what you thought you should have had, could've been

We can rearrange the mess in our heads

and quench our thirst with something other then the dissolvent

that we have chosen for so long

You couldn't see that you were the silver lining

I wear you like a pale slip now

In the wake of the afterglow I am still trying to absorb you still

but with more urgency now

as if the buoy is sinking

When I breathe I feel you in my chest

feels like a summer breeze over the water in Islamorada

on a starry night