Her Limbs The Sea

A poem I wrote for my wife in 2017 when we were newly dating and I was on a trip to Las Terrenas, Dominican Republic

She was the breeze
on a Dominican beach,
palm trees swaying softly,
cool air kissing my red-pink cheeks.

Her voice a melody
of dark blue waves crashing on the shoreline,
toes deep in sand
like her hands moving up
my back to my shoulders,
wrapping me in a sea of
long, muscly limbs.

She was a bright light hanging from a palm tree,
above a hammock where we’d hold each other,
as she does,
more than a thousand miles away,
yet, somehow, always here beside me.

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