The evening sun tiptoes
Shading, cradling
Pieces, parts and specks;
Flimsy silhouettes molding,
Tracing drifting promises
Of what’s left underneath.

As the scent of the ocean permeates
A transient breeze whispers,
Ruffling these loosened hair strands
Tossing then tucking,
Like the time you absently did-
Deep set eyes smiling
Leaving me shaky, breathless
Echoing the ripples of my heart
On the open...