I wake up before you, drink coffee, write poetry

you turn in broken groaning sleep

wind buffets you, rocks you

like a child

 

you call my name with a murmur

squeak

ask your back to be tickled

 

the sea glimmers and shivers

moving feast, molten silver

poured from gods of love

to soothe red wine and spiced rum touch

 

celebrate this forbidden

unfurling slow lust

that has bloomed for two years

lost petals on the wind

but found us here early morning

our first night together

on the edge of this cliff