69. A Wave Meant for Two

baby, look at that
Sun
how it glitters on the
Water.
it’s morning, and we’re going
Surfing.
pull down the waxy bulky
Boards
tied precariously to the roof –
And don’t forget to lather
Sun
screen on your soft cheeks
i wouldn’t want to see burnt.
allow me to zip up your
Wetsuit,
black and sleek and hugging your sweet skin
from neck to ankle.
let’s jog out into the white
Foam,
a beautiful struggle against the
Sea
as we lay on our bellies
and paddle with all our might,
we then sit erect, watching,
waiting for sign of overturn
in which we might catch a
Wave.
Splash!
you rise triumphantly and sidewind
up and down and up
on its curvaceous face.
i am taken up in its rough arms
to tumble over and under and over
Wipeout!
i must say that my choice
Waves
are the juvenile hills on which
the two of us can stand
side-by-side
and glide with the
Tide
to the comforts of the
Shore.