Your touch is like the seabreeze in summer

With cooling that caresses in sweltering day,
finding me burning with copper shadows.

A burning that is silhouetted against fading horizon,
past all points of lone horizon.

With waves that whisper evening,
and tell of love that is rushing past us both.

This promise of tidal emersion that will drown all sorrow,
in deep chambers of stillness past wanting.