I wait for you in the morning sun br the morning sun. br Here in the morning sun, br its light burning, burning br my back br setting my hair alight br searing underneath your sleeping eyes. br I’m high up over the sea, br the scent of salt and sex br covering my skin, br the twinkling waves crashing, br crashing, crashing br below. They know the stories, br the waves carry the stories br we told each other last night, br the narrative of our hands, br your neck spread open br over my mouth br like an alphabet of apricots. br I lean on the balcony, br I move and stretch my legs, br I touch my wounds br and lick the taste of your breath br still warm on my lips br as the sea breeze br with its cool tongue br lashes it baubles across my chest. br Magnificent, I reflect onto you, br slipping handfuls of sun, sun, sun br across the still sheets br where you lie br and I fill your sleep br with the things I’ve still got left br to give to you. br I have baskets of creases, br I have palms full of warm dough, br I have a jacket made of jasmine, br I have two eyes that serve love br fresh on a plate with dripping fruit. br I have you all over me. br I listen to the sky, br the sky holding your thumps, br holding the sound of your hips, br placing drifting clouds inside the day, br promising a distant thunder later br again as we lie side by side br tracing mazes into our faces. br You have not stirred. br The sheets retain your shape. br You sleep there, br your form like an oriental country, br slow and hot and aromatic. br The day rises from your breasts. br I look down. br The beach is full, full, full of people. br I close my eyes.