516. annie + pat

wide-eyed against a sunrise,

warm skinned and lost again

for a weekend in sint maarten.

bright-eyed and poolside,

floating through infinity,

another cocktail in hand.

wild-eyed with sore feet

dancing twilight circles

in the salty humidity.

dreamy-eyed by the fire,

little sparks in the breeze,

our most familiar scene.

moon-eyed, into the sea

nothing else matters

when you’re with me.