Ferry Crossing

Everything I’m meant to feel
is lovely the sweat

that glistens like fog off the edge
of the boat the island

you’re on whenever 
you make love no matter where 

you’re making love
that travels with you

there are feelings I would like
the insides of

like death and certain women
that I can’t reach for instance 

there is the feeling
that I should be pulled

and pulled again between the
slightly parted mouths

of anxious ferry women
who stay buckled in their cars

but I will only ever be coming in
and leaving myself truly

and making way too much 
of all this