Sailing

 He wears a rope around his neck

And I want to grab it with both hands

and pull

Him to my lips

And take in his breath from

This gap

Because in that

He knows sailboats and equations

And 

And I can’t get his attention

He’s on a run and his sails

Are up and the sky is blue

I’m a passenger 

With wind whipped hair

looking ahead

hands on the pulpit rail 

To a cloudless horizon