Light chooses blue surf, pigeon-songs
we sailed until we found ourselves
far away in boats, sailing to nowhere
the ocean’s breeze had a lot to tell us
stabbing the pale skies for forever-afters
we lit our soul with ginger-tea
beneath canopies of star-lit nights
bare legs for the ends of July
beaches for the color of swelling tangerines
with kisses goodbye, but never enough
you were there too, those wispy weekends
full of melodies and cooper sunrise
Light chooses white sails, fragrances
curving like the shorelines, memories
of timelessness, or something beyond
the currents, after the blues, behind
veils, and the taste of your salts
my emotional body was left there
and my cheeks grow weary of so much light
as if sunburns could puncture through
soul mates that amounted to the memory
of women on the beach, bikinis of offering
the dusk hips and wet lips of another time…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 