I’ll be barefoot, painted toes
Squishing Soft Supple Sand
he’ll laugh and say I’m silly
his ivory suit glowing pink and orange as the sun rises over the cliffs
camera set to record
perched atop empty chairs
film the blessing early
project it for all the guests
by the time they’ve come
we’ll be long gone
chasing the sun west
skin-shadows and lace
the coastline will be our endless
horizon