When you spill
boiling water on your hand,
it leaves a scar in the shape of a galaxy.
Listen, and hear what you love
in the coldest atoms, spinning
the secret history swallowed by the sea.
The long arc of desire, like a rainbow
from mouths to hands, hands to mouths.
To witness two lovers is a spectacle for the gods.
I recognized you, and thenthe tide came in.