Wind-blown mane and salt-kissed lips
Spontaneous. Capable. Fierce.
Coconut wax and clinking halyards,
Pulse beats strong with the waves
breath with the swell
in flux with the tides
under the changing moon.
Red-tipped nose and pink-nipped cheeks
Branches weighed by perfect white.
Present. Adventurous. Self-aware.
A peak in the clouds
the whole world below,
one small piece
a planetary puzzle.
Fresh flakes turn liquid as lashes brush skin;
Clouds billow forth
from whispered words
in the early dawn light.
A little lost, a little found
not always right but always true.
Bare. Naked. Alone.
Fiery. Alive. Together.
Wholly imperfect, imperfectly whole
Emerging from the heart