You sent me a photo of your legs
resting on beach white sand
as though this was enough of you

In the distance was the Gulf expanse
womb to hurricanes and lost ships
beckoning soulful sailors to their fate

In salty heart and mind, fortunes for love
waterspout hours of landed musing
those appendages of family and anchorage

Longing for the rest of you, sun burns
bottled hopes float endlessly adrft
each lap and wave in an ocean of desire

-cec