Luce

I see her
staring back at the sea.
They take each other in:
recognizing,
memorizing,
hypnotizing.

Her skin, soft
like the powdery sand
slipping through my fingers.

Her steady breath
like the rhythmic waves
crashing in my ears.

Her great, still eyes
as deep as the waters before us.
I’ll never reach the end of either.

The wind ruffles her hair
as it sprays saltwater onto shore.
I can taste it on my lips.

When she turns to me,
she smiles:
as wide as the sea is vast,
as bright as the sun’s reflection.

I see her,
my girl,
daughter of the sea.

(Also posted on Medium blog.)