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a stroll with god

i sense your hand on my hip,

lingering

i sense delight in you as we sway

teasingly,

along the open invitation of sea

where your hum so softy sooths

silver luna fish they must break the surface

to catch your subtle melody

your footfall is silent

on the dark wet sand

i feel the lusty breeze of your presence

encircling me

softer than a gull’s shudder in early morning

our excitement is

as high as clouds

kissing the horizon

you are the scent of the fresh waves i inhale

as we become hawk pilots, you and I,

falling back on wild currents

in swooping shouts of mirth across

the drunken bahía

i argue with the drops of rain, but the deep lilt of you

beguiles my yearning into pleasure

with the passion of the mysterious sunset