Awake with me...rustle the sheets and with your bed-head hair and sleep-warm skin pull me into an embrace...a quick whisper in my ear about something that sounds like coffee and then you disappear downstairs.
Arise with me...resting the cups of steaming java on the fence posts, the air crisp...fresh-scrubbed and filled with just a hint of sea-breeze...the waves small and glassy, just lazily licking at the slope of the beach. Your kiss tastes of last night's dreams, last night's salt, last night's taste of you...and a little bit of coffee.
Adjoin with me...grab towels and sunscreen, a large cooler of ice and Summer Shandy, vodka and cranberry in case we over-stay our welcome at the water and get too lazy to come up...find a quietness that is just ours, a quaintness that reminds us of when we were very small and ventured to the beach...wide-eyed and innocent. Let us remind ourselves how small we are...let me remind you how you loom in my mind, you bloom in my brain...you remind me of the things that I find hard to put into words, hard to define...and the closest things are similar to describing the ever-changing blues of the waters before us.
Adjourn with me...let the day define us by the pink of our skin as we get nuzzled by the sun...oblivious in the warm winds...the empties of the bottles tinkling in the cooler, the ice just cold clear water...the salt in our hair, wind-blown and full...the ocean still heaving against the sand, the sun behind us and in its last quarter...we won't need the sunset as I'd rather take in the pinks of you. I'd gather the belongings, hold as much as I could in the left hand...with my right I'd reach down and pull you up...pull you towards me...watch you melt into me the way the sun is melting somewhere in the west.
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