Stirring

Stirring up feelings, awakening
Rising up to you.
Hear my heart call you.
Hear my heart pound for you.
I almost can’t breathe,
Then I do and I smell the ocean.

The salt, the sand, the life, the death…all of it.
All combine in the taste of your shoulder.

Your smooth brown skin tastes of the ocean too.
It smells of the life there.
It is in you because you are full of this life, woman.