I found you fishing one day,

while I was researching algae in the bay,

you stood shirtless on the rocks, barefoot and tan,

your hair pulled back, flowering in the sea breeze.

 

Weeks later, you pulled me into your boat to show me the real ocean, and

out there on the restless, white-haired waves,

I fell into you completely,

first a stumble,

then an embrace.

 

We met daily, shared lunch on the sand, let the tide bury our feet,

and likewise,

we buried our heads into each other’s shoulders, and

I felt your entire warmth, your radiation, 

and you felt

all that I had to offer,

all of me.

 

The summer came and went like the casting of line, and, into the August sun,

we drifted over the sea.