In The Wake

Even the sun
driven blind by
glistening hips
would not dare shield
his eyes
from your immense beauty.

Spread over your favorite
green towel
you stared at my restless feet
resting starboard.
We forced the clouds higher
with quiet lust.

Andrew Bird was none the wiser
dashboard humming
quelling the
eternal amber heat.

Two margaritas in
you rolled sideways
offering me your eyes.

“Rub lotion on my back. Please…”

Kneeling in the sunken seating
simple heaven at my chest
curves prostrate before me
a sacrifice to Sol Invictus
golden flesh
soothed at my will.

Before a spot could dry
you took my lips into yours
sighing warmly against my breath.
Paths crossed many moons before
now converge in
the Pacific
two mouths reckoning history.

Sliding around me
we entwine fervidly
to rupture autonomy
cast innocence overboard
melt the cushions to our ribs.

Light growing restless
shivering in my embrace
you kiss me sweeter
than anyone before.

“I love that you still smell like me.”

A beginning
of sorts
for two souls bent on rapture.