I chose the coast

            Along the harbour’s verge that night

            To break the spell of open seas

            And found a nest of rock

            For looking back

            The ring of shoreline light

            Appeared to close, at times,

            And then recede around the waters,

            Making less and more of their expanse

            Steadily I gazed, and long,

            Upon the still commotion of

            This earthly aperture, 

            Relentlessly opaque

            I know eyes widen from the dark

            And for desire, and too,

            That tricks of lensing and anatomy 

            Enhance their size – perhaps that’s why

            I overestimated depth

            And failed to heed

            The glory of your wink