The water is still, the breeze

cool within the sun’s warmth watching

them traipse by

displaying physical and energetic

form in a loving embrace of her body

so circular, smooth like the petal

of the flower picked a thousand times

in my daughter’s liquid hands

appreciation far beyond desire, her nearness

to perfection brushes my side, his body

lingering straight and solid, shyly

opening to the light

appreciation for the fragile blossom behind

the dense foliage

igniting me with such a fire I can only cool

within the bounty of the sea’s

far reaching arms, light and muscular, tapering

to the portal of delicate wrists, smiling

contentment for the knowledge that this

form is simply a song to sing the praises

of unending vibrations of light