153/365: On the Beach
Oh, that beach, though,
the one we lay on in that black night
when we told each other what the wind was like
as it rushed over our bodies.
Your pupils gave you away,
dark and tight as they were.
You saw what I knew,
and I watched you watch it
when my skin pulled taut,
yours blue beneath that bright moon,
but still your fingers were nowhere,
not even under that perfect light.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.