Perched on the shore, I see you
Sparkling through the air as sea fret
Your face as vivid as a dash of paint
Strokes of turquoise, canary yellow,
Across the bare canvas of my skin
I can pluck your memory at any moment
A flower stem to twist to nothing
Between absentminded fingers
Words drip through now,
When I attempt to articulate those feelings.
I sip our love, allow myself to
remember your soft touch,
On quiet evenings
And now, as I look to sea, I think of you
And begin to scale the vastness you awoke
