new water

you are swans on a lake
glossy water and windowpanes
dance in Japantown San Francisco rain
blue diamonds and gold chains
you're making me colorful
rhythmic, tidal, magnetic
like subway doors and deep brown eyes
you are steely guitar strings
skinny paint and city garages
steamy glass and red wine dreams
coffee and cream like
velvet roller-coasters or black silk
urban waterfalls
electric raindrops, over your head
wrapping, wrapping around like
golden boas, I want to know you
like radiowaves crashing on the shore
I'll be your shell--glowing under the sea
only if you'll dive in and swim for me
arms outstretched, pulsating, sending words
out through the waves like sonar,
I think you may have found me. . .