Precipice
on the precipice
of a bruised sunset
the sea turns it’s 5 o’clock tint.

we light on the sand,
a collision
of poetry and lust.
parts of me
have missed
parts of her…

her mouth
open like a bitten peach,
her seashell colored nipples
make me forget
there is
too much past
in her present.
she loves me (comma)
and
i love her (period).

Hidden
hidden in this
small corner of night,
your abracadabra
opens me,
three dreams deep.

loosen yourself to me
let me hold you
till you can let go

i taste your
mercurial pulse and scent
as my tongue
paints you

if there are
words between us
they will all be
poems.

Daydreamt while parked at the ocean
the ocean
speaks in the way
we somehow knew it would-
softly breathing a thousand, million blue syllables...
as if
all time began
when we learned the words
for sea and sky
and learned
these infinite shades
of our
sea-sweet dreaming.