Down the Foibe - James Browning Kepple

Down the Foibe

was the last time I saw you
and it was there in trieste
that we felt this way, falling
to the sad swoon of the sea

thrown from the gulf
both of us in free communal
bound by tongue our caress
our love broken

Down the Foibe
in the darkness
chasms of our limbs
and our hands can connect

recapitulate, get up
torn from the stars, strive
our love above
and throw ourselves back