I went down to the sea to be near you;
your voice sprang from the waves.
The lightness of your touch – spray
that drifted with the wind; your smile
spiked the air. Your body shone
the luminous light of blue petrels.
Warm still to my touch, those grey-pink
stones, where we sat when I wrapped
you in a towel – your head, shouldered
and shy. I went down to the shore
to be near you; the closest I could get...
to where the sea cradles the sky.