I curl my
           frame around  her,  
                all  arms and
           legs  and  I  can  feel
                   her heart
               fluttering  as  a
                  little bird's,
              frightened and
                      brave.

                     I kiss her
          and she  tastes  like  
                     oranges,
             fresh strawberries
                  and courage.

                      I smile at
               the   sun   in   her
                     baby  blue
                           eyes,
             lick  salt  from  her
                  tanned skin,
         for  the shore our bed,
              lapping waves our
                     spectators,
            soaking  us  until  she
                   curves her
              back  in  roaring
                         bliss!

                         I carry
                   her  over  the
                          moon
                   into the sun.
                                                            ­                       Jon York   2019