Harvard
There’s a place where the azure water
meets glistening almond sand
and a cerulean sky.
I wait there for you
on the beach
with the water at my ankles
and the sun on my eyelids
and arms stretched wide to the sky.
I think of the taste of mango
on your lips
and wonder how long it’s been.
In the distance, the boats
shine like diamonds
on the horizon,
the edge of the world.
Time controls nothing here,
no frantic mornings
sprinting out the door
ungrateful for the beauty of the sunrise.
Here everything is delicious
and unspoiled
and ours.
Posted by Amanda at December 12, 2003 09:59 PM
