you feel like sunburn
the spots atop my skin where the sun escaped and crawled beneath my sinews, made a nest beneath my coverings, settled there
warmer than the rest of me.
you feel like sand
yielding beneath me
hot feather-down mattress
you conform to my contours, a lick against the curve,
golden damp and strung with seaweed
sticking in the creviced webs between my fingers.
you feel like waves
steamed latte foam
so fine the surface looks like velvet shining
a cyan no one can see without squinting.
saltwater, tears and sweat:
a holy trinity to quench any thirst as
wet thunder paints the lips of the cliffs -
mine to ride against the wind.