Clean water, blue skies
A coastline for the county
We travel the long roads
To see our inlaid beauty
Later
We take off our clothes
In a haphazard pile
Our wait long but over
The state we work our self in
No thought
To begin a slower
Decomposed exposure
Clear water, soft thighs
A coastline, a silk road
A passage
Of freedom and pearls
Later
We sip chilled white wine
In a care unless embrace
Our wait sure was worth the chase
