Melt

I may compare Him

To a bed

Of lilies, but

Too fleeting

Is their scent.

I may compare Him

To a beloved

Memory, but

Too present

Is His touch.

For He is crisp

Salt air, the relief

From beaming sun.

Sun burns

Freckled clavicles;

His cool skin,

My only saving grace.

Sea salt gathers

On His cracked

Bottom lip,

When He kisses me,

It tastes like home.

Wet breeze skims

My starving waistline:

Gentle, intoxicating,

Electric.

And when sunlight

Finally fades

His embrace

Swallows me whole.

I melt gently beneath

His shoreline, and

Will myself to

Never rise again.