The Ocean

Salty cold waters circle

My recently barren ankles.

Calves half covered by pants

Rolled up by hands

Warmed in the grey jacket pockets

Of the boy with lips of gentle innocence.

Sand beneath our exposed feet

Melt like the chocolate bunnies

On rare warm Easters. 

Our lips intertwine,

You are learning,

Calloused fingers run through

The blonde mess blown

To my back by the chilling

Swells of the half mooned air.

Your hands flow, the same motion

Of the dancing fire hidden in the dunes

Spreading warmth of missed desires.

The equator pull brings two

Distances together,

Teasing treasures

Of smiles lost in the

Out take of waves

Churning your naïveté,

The sharp glass piece of a chaste heart,

Made smooth and beautiful, in time.

Sexual desire, natural synapses

Creating lust—trust, and

Endeavors longed for

Once the two settle into empty beds.