Shipwrecked

I wrote this poem for Meegan during our second honeymoon. We loved Cancun so much that we returned just three months after our honeymoon. We can't wait to go back. I am tempted to blather on about how much more in love with Meegan every day, but that's what the poems are for. So, for my true love, here is a little poem.





Shipwrecked

She blossoms in sunlight
vibrant
her toes curled into the sand
her hair swaying in the ocean breeze.
My hands caress her dunes.
My eyes inhale her landscape -
wet with sweat and shimmering
like a sensual, golden El Dorado.

An artist
with the wind for hands
and waves for fingers
sculpted her curves into a beach
upon which my shipwrecked heart has crashed.

I smile as my burning ship
floats past the horizon.
I toss the torch into the waves
and turn to watch her
blossom in the sunlight.




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