Down where the sea sprays

breaths of mist, salting the air,

we’ll meet. It’s risky but

we

can get away with this.

We’ll hide below just

beyond the parapet under  the palms,

keeping our heads down

like sheltering birds.

And here we are:

And the sun moves

slowly, so too the clouds

towards us, and touching

they merge and

blend into a mist

like the mist of the sea spray

cooling our faces,

salt on our skin.