Sea kisses

mingle with

 

sand

 

sand on my skin

sand in my hair:

 

you are earth drawn,

slow rolling

 

like the tide:

 

small birds bicker

& eyes climb to

 

silver leafed tree,

 

then sky,

 

oh, the sky

high, wide, empty.

 

We walk in time

ankle to ankle

 

black & white.

 

For a small hour

all seems parallel:

 

my complicated world

shifts till curse of mind

 

draws me back.

 

Still, memory

of touch

 

lingers.

 

Sun baked kisses,

the heat throbbed

 

sun of you.