Ocean

I love that you explore the world

Through the air on foot

It feels like you are on a mission

Big toe presses with pinkie taps

Taps of freedom from the inner anxieties

Presses, distancing from a greedy agent

The inner anxieties

Rains, loosened up from hitting

The shoulder, your right eye, your left lash

A green, dusted awning

I’m inside

The florist shop closed at 7

Apple Watch

7:24 pm

Rain moisture fell off

From the face

Standing still with

Body fidgets

Protective tangents

I stand underneath

The awning

Standing tall

Back pressed against it

To warm up

Imagining you

Seeking to feel

The breath before

The lips

Holding

Our warmth inside

Our lips

Our rubs

From our lips

Slow push

Strong pull

Wind bites

Our eyelids

Push push

Pull pull

Still still

Still still

Rain drops

Wet top

Smell her parfum from the parking lot

Wiping the water

Off of her thighs

At our ocean spot