lonely hands reaching 
for the textures of love
milking all our fortitude
for the roasting light 
breaming the dawn 

she rolled over to remove
the sand from her sun polar skin 
her eyes dreary and tired 
still baskin' me with her 
smiling aftershocks 
from our continental drift 

as I shiver in my vulnerability 
for my need to have 
no distance between us
to let our bodies rest 
in this forever moment 
loss of time and words 

still tethered by emotional sleeves
in our natural full splendor
we watch the world 
go about its daily beauties

a soft hand defining a raw **** 
makes its way through my hair
in a single syllable
her profile nest into my chest