Lovers sit on the dock-
miles from the protected swim area,
eons from the land-
And they just sit and look.
Their faces point outwards away from the land
And towards the unexplored beauty
Of the molecules of hydrogen and oxygen.
A foot stretches up from the blue
And is examined lazily, carelessly.
Neither the foot nor the ocean are the subject
Or observation here:
It’s the other.
The mystery of simplicity in another person.
Faces point out while eyes glance in,
Trying to snatch a look of the
Sun reflecting off of smooth, tranquil skin,
Looking for a hint of longing
To enter the deep dark space ahead.
Before them the sun sets.
They choose to return.
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