Island Musings

I may have been born 
miles from the sea,
but there’s salt water
mixed into my blood.

I found an ocean
in your eyes and
it feels like home
every time you smile.

Your touch on my skin
is both sun and sand–
the caresses of both
waves and sea winds.

I will sail across this
bed and shipwreck
this body against
your rocky shore,

if only you’ll cover me
in salt-spray kisses,
and carry me home
in your ocean eyes.