Sunscreen

Sweat, sunscreen, fresh cut green and chlorine.
Paint the moment, by senses, pray I keep it vivid forever.
Your gaze there, softening at mine, stays engraved.

There isn’t a feeling I can liken,
to the pressure of your hand
against my back. 

Coffee, eggs, worn cotton and long mornings. 
I stand for our simplicity.
The ease in which we exist,
I ache at its presence.

Easy never seemed ordinary to me
till you stumbled before my home
when I’d locked its doors. 

Alive and new.
I’m sure of so little, yet I’m sure of you.