Ocean Reveries I

Like the way sea-dried lips
rumbling bellies and
salted, darkened skin
ache--for the mere promise  of
a peanut butter sandwich
a distinctly borrowed book
and knit sweater--
I ache happily, longingly
for the mere promise of
your company.

Like the way ocean waves
unconsciously collapse
upon one another and
fold--without any pretense
pulled with the indiscriminate strength
only a force like the moon
could muster--
I fold comfortably, eternally
for the mere promise of
your embrace.