Thai Bed-Time Prayer

   billowing purple skies
      imagine a sun
   through bleachy
         clouds no movement
along a smelling
       beach, afternoon lethargy
          fat off of sesame
      oil, jabs of fish oil chap
        the occasional tongue
   the Sand is
  voluptuous in reddening
       nips for all that
   we have loved, or
     say, passes
       time along the hairline
     tired membranes could
      pose  their sleep
 as pieces try their fit
   the ocean skies:
   goodnight, blue