Burning palm
I am
scorched by sun

You
have given yourself
to the sea

to leave me
bereft of contact

I cannot react
the sun in my hand
slowly dying

Immersed
lying on the waves
white cap dancers
prance over your skin.

We
Gods of different persuasion

Raising the gift of Ra
I press Sol to my lips
to sear the sky into my tongue.

You
Poseidons child
run wild over distant shores
across breaking waves
into sea shell song

And all along

I was the one
with the sun in my hand.

One millennium at a time
We turn to sand on the rigid spine
of dusk coming

Immersed
in the musk
of sex and the sea