#14: On the Shore

1

I remember you,

with whom I sat on the shore.

You, whose eyes burned

the beholder in sin,

yet none pleasanter

to drown in.

As the sunset painted the sky amber,

the spark inside your eyes flickered,

and I saw your cheeks crimsoned,

and your sun-lit golden skin gleamed.

2

I remember you,

with whom I sat on the shore.

You, whose smile trapped

the beholder offshore.

For a stranger from a foreign land,

yours was a smile far too familiar.

3

I remember you,

with whom I sat on the shore.

You, whose touches lulled

the touched with affinity.

Like a pilgrim returning to their homeland,

were your fingertips trailing across my skin.

Like soothing waves washing over the sand,

were your moist lips enclosing upon mine. 

4

When your lips brushed against mine,

whispered you, “Every person is an ocean.”

Just as I saw myself in deep waters,

was I engulfed with feelings so peculiar.

Even then I knew

the oceans at the Gulf of Alaska

envied us.

2021, Jan 4.