Gordian's pieces & Belated

Belated

I still remember how we stood
sand and salty footed in the ascending tide
with sweat sand and sun in your damp hair,
down your neck and across your back
where my fingers felt the texture of your
windy tee and I felt you holding me.
You stood so steady on the rocks while
I shifted my weight, trying desperately
to intimate the contents of my wordless heart.

Watercolor and ink on graph paper