Your whispers in a salty, Atlantic wind,
My poetry fresh on your chest,
I engrave moments like tattoos with the intent that you find it impossible to forget the steady, smooth, swirl of my fingers against the length of you,
against your failed attempts to fade me,
against your opened perspective lying under a vast, navy blue sky.
My laugh crashes against the landing of waves, and bounces back into the night to find its way to you
It reminds us of the sum of our story,
The power of presence, the simplicity of pleasure, and the inevitability that all good things must come to an end.