Air whispers sweetly on my bare skin.
My breath feels deep with heat,
Repeating drum beats.
It’s bitter sweet.
How you always taste good to me.
Like summer heat’s salted kiss on my knees
Always feeling that swift breeze.
Watching you at ocean’s feet,
My closeted disposition, at your disposal
To feel, whenever you leave.
Will I be Ophelia today?
Week in my watery castle.
Or will I pretend like Joan of Arc,
As a woman to fight in battle?
At least sometimes, you will return to me
For your beloved pacific sea
Only to stay, until the tides change.
Then it will be,
My turn to leave.