First Summer Letter

All my half-remembered dreams
are of your cool hands
on my sunburnt shoulders,
your smile as calm as sand.
All the boats I trusted without reason
all the creatures of the sea
become our unexpected meetings
a rope bridge between seasons.
The taste of salt, the sun’s path through the sky
the parasols and boundless sea
are artist’s impressions
of what love could be
and my half-remembered dreams
are a dream of loss disguised –
my fingers on your broad shoulders
my smile in your warm eyes.