And again, and again
You must have come from my dreams
in the night, mildly cool with a warm summer breeze
I stand peering over my balcony, hand to the cliff
of my eyebrows as your breath captures
meditations of my heart
I am thrown in your direction,
you resemble the freedom of the ocean’s delta
treading behind, sweet seashells
an aroma that lures me, beautiful
under crescent moons, perfect
trail of sand you leave behind, markings of a prince,
royal trinket, golden amour, against my skin
I can feel it,
and again,
and again,
I question
if you are but a dream
my eyes squint
come
I whisper, waiting for the night to wake me
then you answer, your voice,
something like a whale’s melody.