Safe Place

This wind on this beach
in this off season
of burning cold digits
and smoke without smoking
has us wound around
each other
a piece of one another
you're my blood
and skin
while I'm your cocoon
organically intermingled
and we stand here
defying wave and wind
confessing our sins
to the stars
in a joyful rant
we trade shouts out here
and lips make lips sting
the best way
and eyes trap eyes
in soft light over darkness
where shout turns to whisper
and whisper gives way to kiss
so warm soul air drifts
from I to you
and you to I
with slow toungue to guide
secret need
to a desperate home