Come Closer

Waves flung against the blue night
and we sat in the warmed sand of summer.
Between him and me, our lips shared
a vintage wine, two bottles gone sooner.

His cheeks flushed, wine whiffed
from his reddened lips, and his voice felt tender.
In between soft whispers of the road life
the waves crashed even louder.

Where my lips left, the bottle met his,
and where his arm fell, mine made room.
The night was deep and conscious
that the sky made space for the rising moon.

And just when all were deeply asleep
I felt the sea wake and the waves even wilder.
He turned to me, so close, that I ran undressing
and he too ran undone as he came in the water.

// 03 Sep 2019