i.
a steady roll of breakers
crash against the beach.
beneath a wax myrtle
and just out of reach
she lays on cool white sand
sheltered in the shade,
her unadorned beauty
catching me in waves
which leaves me breathless.
ii.
is it possible for a restless
heart to hold truth?
and can something so pure
be reducible to proof?
she sees me in ways
no one else ever could,
her patience eroding
the last vestiges
of my defenses.
