Friday, August 31, 2012


Everything is calm
Outside of our breathing

In the distance
Away from us
The ocean kisses the shore

It licks at the same sand
That you strolled along this morning
That you remembered as a child

You still glisten
As I trace a cautious finger
down your back...lightly

Moonbeams had illuminated us
in our throes of passion
casting amorous shadows upon a wall

Your head now rests
upon my heaving chest
We are spent

Your skin
Is as dark as the finest cocoa
harvested from nearby hills

I absently run my fingers
Long, dark, lustrous hair

Thinking that
Here, by the sea,
we are happy

Here, away from it all,
we are one
In our dreams

— Mark Butkus