I watched him stride down the boardwalk,  sit down beside me to people watch pale tourists glowing  in the sun. My eyes caught the light that shown through his lips and his elegant hands lifting and dropping like majestic birds.  In the long shadows of dusk  there are questions in need of  soft answers, sunsets slipping down the horizon like hands  over sun warmed thighs.  He is a sweet  breeze through a  tropical garden but the sea is enough for me. It’s salty breeze lifting my chin.

Art by Steve Hanks