Her eyes knew my intent,
instantly.  I turned to wonder if I should have been
a tree-climber, working my way to the top
of it all.

Boots on tight, me and a silent tree.

She said she wanted to stay the night.
Perhaps I could have been a
speed-walker, always shuffling away in that bizarre

Shoes on tight, me and a slight breeze.

I didn’t respond clearly, I was thinking about
sailing on the sea, salt water lips and sun
skin, free.

Wind’s blowing right, me and these salt-skin sleeves.

She said if she left, she’d never see me
again.  I promised we would,
likely on the sea.