The moonlight glows warm above us

as our shadows bury deep

my fingers grasp at cold earth and twigs

while your hair collects the leaves.

gravestones decorate an outdoor paradise

made of strangers and their grief

   and there you are, shining in the sun

the next day at the sea

our sin spots covered in electric blue

my bra, my scars, your attitude

and there you are in the middle of the water

as the waves find a path between your legs

wet from the spontaneity

that intoxicated us that day