cedar no match

wreathed in desert sage, i swam the narrows.
beads were overly burdened
about the worries i silver along the mines of my temples.
to gain the side of the other,
attempts were breaststroked.
from the heights, comrades jeered
good natured
until she who wastes took my notice
with a sunk log against the heart.
cedar is no match for sulfur mixed with perfume.
i matched the deep with a sleep
most unsteep. i brew
at the bottom, and she watches.

8-11-12