We lost our bearings
Dancing to birds at dawn
Her laugh ending in a snort
Of the contagious sort
That I joined, rolling on the floor
My ribs aching and eyes wet
‘I feel so young, like a baby’
She said, making an angel in the sand
I leaned over and blew a raspberry in her belly
We both laughed some more
‘You make me a man, full of thoughts
And joys from a life lived’
I confessed into her ears
We laid, staring into the stretching horizon
I felt the waves lap under my warming skin
Her head found space next to mine
‘Wouldn’t you love to ride into the sun?
Just you and me’
‘Would we survive the trip?’ I asked
‘Would it matter?’ She replied.
Little Borrowers 