I watch him stride down the boardwalk, sit beside me to people watch pale tourists glowing in the sun. My eyes caught the light that shown through his lips. His elegant hands lift and fall like majestic birds. In the long shadow of dusk there are questions in need of answers, sunsets pouring down the horizon like hot gold 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