I saw you at the edge of the yard
outstretched and pulling
from the just-moist soil.
the sun in my eyes
was a small price
to watch your figure
curve & sway.

and my goodness,
is there anything lovelier
than your sweat drenched brow?
I could watch the droplets caress
your jaw for the rest of my days.
I could cease to exist
in the crook of your shoulder
& the crease of your mouth
which incidentally–
hints at your being molded
from fresh clay.

as such,
I know this will not last ..
so I will memorize your gaze
and as we are lost to the dark
I will cling to this loving haze
and universe willing, as the worlds
implode around me
I will sense-
even a flicker
of your once lived
luminous & sun soaked
sways.

– Sheila Sea