salt life

I'm pin-pointing you with
a record player's needle as the
source
of my positive feeling these past couple weeks,
I guess.

I enjoy sleeping until noon with you,
very,
very much on the days that we can do that and
I like the way you always make sure that we're touching,
even when it's a hot, sweaty night.

My boy,
well god damn,
I can just say that I've got a good thing going these days.
It's hard to explain.

We'd stagger along the coastline,
waltz for miles until
the pier was the size of a gull.
I loved it.

Electricity sparked in
my belly and in my eyeballs and
I think he noticed it because he
noticed most everything because
that's just how he was and is and probably will always be;
steadfast in the loveliest way.

Who else can say they've dropped anchor in the Mariana?

We sleep peacefully,
regardless of the presence of sea salt because
that
is how
it's supposed
to be.

Thank God for love and life and sea spray and sand crabs.