Negotiating
your tomorrow, to
bring you near me―
at eye level affinity.

As night breaks
for sun, you shine with
a strange beautiful poem.

The anklets
learn civility and vibrate
with a heavenly hum.

A pause,
then a rapture of the deep.

The questions
come on surface, for
eternal answers from the night's god.

Sometimes
truth becomes very elementary.

There was no piracy!