She was the breeze
on a Dominican beach,
palm trees swaying softly,
cool air kissing my red-pink cheeks.
Her voice a melody
of dark blue waves crashing on the shoreline,
toes deep in sand
like her hands moving up
my back to my shoulders,
wrapping me in a sea of
long, muscly limbs.
She was a bright light hanging from a palm tree,
above a hammock where we’d hold each other,
as she does,
more than a thousand miles away,
yet, somehow, always here beside me.