JUST TO HOLD YOUR HAND

JUST TO HOLD YOUR HAND

I am looking for answers in the waves of your kindness,
Channeling the spirit that shines forth from your eyes.

I am banking on your goodness, the sweet depth of your mercy,
Savoring the flavor, the blueness of your skies.

Into the ocean bravely I go, splashing around in your foam,
Arms wrapped tight 'round your raging hips,
The calmest feeling I've known.

The sun beams bright upon the waves,
The blimps soar high above the shoreline,
Advertising bargains on beach attire,
Half priced tank tops and knick knacks fine.

Leaping in the ocean, cultivating appetite,
Eating pizza on the boardwalk, anticipating night.

So thrilled to be alone with you as the seagulls soar above,
A heart that glows and overflows in a rush of blinding love.

Here is where I find escape, at the slow end of the day,
When the blessed peace of twilight shines,
Magically through the hotel drapes.
Reflecting off the salty brine.

I smell your skin delicious strong, a mix of sunblock and cologne,
As we fall naked onto hotel sheets and make love as the TV drones.

Afterwards we end the day, a midnight stroll on the soft, cool sand,
Barefoot in the mystic dark, and happy just to hold your hand.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright 2014
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