The soft glow of the sun
reflects on the sea of my heart,
where a cloth of dream
weaves itself into art.
The sea speaks, invites me in,
reflects upon my loneliness
to move me into moving in,
to walk into the wrap of her dress.
Her waves wear my unwary body,
as I step on her eroding loci,
places of pleasure for her and me,
where her breath blows my skin in the sky.