Ètè

I wish you were the summer breeze, draped around my bare and freckled shoulders in evenings where the sun doesn’t fade until the moon forces it out of the sky. The slight roar of waves crashing around me are your arms around my waist, holding me in the surf, in the wake of every beat of your heart. Sand in the hourglass of our fingers, time slips away. Your eyes form every sunset and sunrise, shifting colors and shapes, fading to sleep on summer’s edge, still wrapped around me.