The beach is her,
she is the beach.
Am I staring through two ports
out at the wild sea,
or at her brilliant blue eyes
that stare back at me.
The contour of her jaw
matches the curve of the shore
as the tide and her recede,
I'm left begging for more.
As the sand runs through my fingers
going everywhere,
I realize it matches the color
of her flowing blonde hair.
As she plays on the beach
in the sun, in the sand
all I want is to be with you
walking along the beach hand in hand.
As the waves lap bare feet
and the sun sets beside us,
the salty breeze carries sand
from the beach, that seems to belong to us.
I take my hand from hers,
then move it down to her waist,
pull her in close as we stand
face to face.
My nose brushes hers
with her freckles that dust it,
our lips interlock
parted just a little bit.
We pull apart
as the sun shines its last rays
then meander on home
the end to a perfect day.

as i put you in the back of my mind
and try to forget
try to move on
i can't

as i stare at her
with her blonde hair
and wax to her my affection
which is there...
but not

this affection i feel
for her and her sandy hair
is like a pebbles ripples
compared to the tsunami
of muddy brown eyes and hair
that you are

Crush me between your fingers-
I will smell like fallen leaves.
Soft on autumn mornings I was caught between your teeth.
And I wove myself into your sweaters that you wore to stop the breeze.
Your cold set in my bones and I think I’ve lost all heat.

I am lost in the forest
        Of your hair,
You sleep as the dream awakens,
        Darkness turns to light

The sun dawns over you,
               Over me,
   The day gives birth to us.