Staring at that gold br seam up her ass, br stitched on that fathomless br blue that takes my eyes br as deep as a lover— br br I find my way br in that blue night br by such luminous constellations br and that of the shining br rivets on her back pockets. br br Five decades, my eyes br have strained br to de-magnetize themselves, br but every time, a Columbus br rises up within me and tries again br to peer around the geometry-defying br horizon of that curve, br to a new world, br br or through it, br to some infinite depth.