The Long Lavender Look


Weaving the mangroves,
Captiva and this day
Falling to our stern,
A sybartic feast;
Of sea, of limbs, of sun,
Of discovery, of joy.

We listened with our skin,
Inner eyes scanning
Fingers reading the other
Like a breaking story, in braille.

We tasted with our eyes.
Delicacies unveiled,
Tongued with iris and mind.
Suckled in the moment
With visual lips.

We dined,
Vanilla and brine.
A bouquet of musk
Epicurean meringue,
On each morsel consumed.

At anchor in Key Largo,
Rocking to the last of an evening storm.
My arms around the heart of me.
Our eyes a mirror of the failing light.
The long lavender look
Of hearts content.