the boats rock at their moorings
i can smell the sun on your skin
and all night the sea salt stays
in the tangles of your hair

i stroke the curve of your near thigh
as the morning sun rises
i await your opening eyes

the clouds are moving fast above
clearing to blue skies, pale horizons,
a distant curve stretched water-wide,
and still you lay in dreams,
lulled by the waves of sleep,
while I dream myself wide awake