Both Necessary and Dangerous.

I'm craving epic landscapes

and the truck that nearly hits me
on Brunswick St at midday
comes close enough

giving me a good dose of
danger
without any need for a detour
on my way home.

In this heat the roads
can be dangerous
brains
sweating inside us
any sense that exists
escaping through salty moisture

you're dangerous,
too,

in you
I see pebbles
disappearing off cliff faces
devoured by
swell

while white gulls
circle.

They too desire the shock
of cold water
diving down,
down
through hot hot air
to another element
both necessary
and dangerous.

It's epic,
that's for sure.

Fear of failure
only
keeps me circling

but desire of shocking cold
keeps me looking
for that
cutting
cooling

both necessary and dangerous.

The gulls cry out
mouths wide
wings outstretched

while arms keep close and tight
the secrets
that are both necessary
and dangerous
that neither naked flesh
nor late night breath
can reveal.

Beneath the intermittant street lights
I see only you
in duplicate

summonsed by the full moon
no longer blue

but bright
and white as a seagull
hovering,
waiting
to dive
down,
down,
down.