Rough weathered hands holding drifting sands

in palms that have seen much and time and hopes

so many places I haven’t been or been blessed to know

kissing hearts and scars and torn canvas you paint

your fingertips dotting across my breasts in shell pink

rest there your head and listen to me sighing for you

a night’s hunt across waves and rocky paths desires strewn

my mouth wanting to know the inches you place before me

and trace across those lands unknown with hands untied

disappearing with a new wind scattering years on sand dunes

my bare chest clinging to the back I will watch depart shoeless

black wings to bow before the night comes scooping up these pieces

denim beneath and hands to loosen zippers into places I crave

again and again this wave to rise within me the push and pull

into me deep to crest once more before the rising to start again

we followed the coastline to where words became lightning

and you sang to me there of the coral sleeping in my hair

and I closed my eyes with my head on your thighs, glowing

my man in the moon of dreams sheltered from sun

of stars once begun on this one passion’s lost run

I will always follow when you come into the caves, calling

call me again in echoes across the small of my back

the curve of my belly still wearing the letters of your name

come now, and swallow each one before the waves wash them away