the moon perfumes the night sky with its petals
We kiss on the jagged rocks,
toss promises into the sea below,
and watch them sink like stones,
lost in the water.
A seagull calls for its mate
Its plea rises and falls like the peaks of the waves
We walk together,
leaving our footprints and our names
written in the powdery sand,
washed away by morning.
You give me the pit of your self
but hoard the sweet fruit
I plant it in the warm earth,