Wave, wind, and yesterday’s rain
excite my cells
like this morning’s vermillion sunrise
scattering sharp shards of light
across a restless green sea.
And now a tide swells here with you
in the cave our bodies make
of these sheets
I am buoyed by your heat
and the way you brought coffee
and this pastry 
to our morning abode by the sea
and last night,
the way we invented a new language
bounded by four corners,
the boundaries of age and time
a liberation.
And this three-cornered turnover—
layers of air, like our dreams.
A drizzle of glaze
offsets crisp buttery enclosure
for the plump cherries
glistening red as youth
sweet and so tart—
how our mouths pucker in glee.