To starlit nights
And sweet red wine
While ocean waves
sing lullabies.

We dig our feet into the sand
And fall asleep while holding hands
And laugh about old demands…
The kind we used to make.

Share with me your memories
Of childhood and poetry
Photo, smiling ivory
The kind we used to take.

In sandals sitting by the sea
Toast with me
In reverie

To following
our own song drum
And loving who
we have become

I lay a hand on tiered hips
And wipe the sand off soft warm lips
Caressing with my fingertips
By eyes I love to read

As wind through tall grass strikes a band
And plays a song for dancing sand
We laugh about the old demands…
The kind we thought we’d need.

And never did…