The boats are like constellations from up here and all I can think about is being on one sailing south to Love to you back where I came from the stork in the sky back where I came from a love keeping me so high and down here, I want to tell him how the smoked salmon on the grill mixes with the fog of the ocean and how it tastes dipped in pine. I want to show him the smiles of happy old lovers and their wine, having the time of their lives. I want to stare into those matching eyes of sea grass paired like a pie-in-the-sky I want to tell him everything and nothing but show him everything stung by Love Show him the ways my eyes flutter with thin ocean stained glass waiting for a light house a seagull a message in a card, bottled with his Love humid warmth sticky like melting popsicles and kids in the summertime with sticky eyelids wanting to open only to the trace of his skin I want him to peel like onions the layers away reveal everything I am and spin me on the deck of this dock like a top. I want him to taste my Love in my sweet tomato basil alfredo pasta or my midnight cinnamon toast or my sea salted lips I want him to feel this sweet sea **** entangled in my heart I want him to know this everytime I come Home to him, I've come back to where I came from. All things rewound- among this sea I am Lover Bound.