By the Sea

Steam at the mug's brim warms my cheeks From the upstairs window, glassy as the sea A distant island's timber speaks and I watch the sun begin to peak. Below, the dock rattles as bodies shuffle and skip toward ships gathered around the strip like jowls. A wave of air to wrestle, and they dare slip Like leashes hooked to the collars of dogs. A hint of pink daubs the tumultuous blue While dive-bombers scan the surface for food. I squint eyes in the centrum; a golden cue. Look at the beige lips where palm trees loom I think of you Until the world turns blue And in the tenor of water, a pearl sun blooms. Morning deceives with her breath, so cool. I wait for Spring, its scorching affairs. I’ll sprawl like a pebble in her hypnotic tares. A baking sheet to bask in her fiery snares I’ll be there…