Gazing at the lapping ocean
as the wind makes wild with my hair,
I feel kinky and free.
Stained by dirt and grass,
disheveled by sticky salty air,
I breathe her in.
Her skin becomes my skin
as I stroke her gentle greenery.
Like swallowing the moon
I become pregnant with joy,
crying gratitudes too big for words.
No fancy worldly extravagance could impress me,
the way you impress me.