surfing down the 101
with the ocean to the right
my heart to the left in the drivers seat

leading me through
winding cliffs
and smooth sights

things could have been better

sun could have shined harder
the ocean could have sprayed more salt
he could have driven slower

but as most rash men in love
slowing down is sign of weakness

and he was not weak
in typical man terms

but a certain touch
gaze
motion

makes him melt
faster than
sand castles in high tide

…

the wind has already
tousled my hair
to look as if it was trying so hard
to cover up my
glowing smile

things could have been worse

despite
running out of gas
and camping out
in sea anemone coves
and resting with the star fish
on sea side rocks

…

“Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.”

I laughed
knowing that
he hadn’t turned
on the radio

since leaving

and that
we hadn’t said much
since running out of gas

and that we wouldn’t see each other much

after I woke up

…I told my heart
the jokes on you