I like when we are in bed and I kneel
behind you and look out the window
at your dress gold and stretched
on ocean waves. I like being your shell
as you press underwater to a beach
to lay your eggs in buried sand.
I watch your lovingness, sweeping
sheets in an ancient rite appearing
from the sea. My darling, I break
on thee.

Charles Bane Jr. is a full time poet. His work has been published WPB/NYC and Anything Else on wordpress. com, museumviews.com and in print, in ” I Was Indian: An Anthology of Native Literature, Vol.1″ . He is the only non-Native American to be included in the volume.

He is preparing his first chapbook for publication.