Oceans upon oceans layer iridescent silky hands
combining salty pearls for young girls.
Sea foam does not wander so freely if it were not for
the seagulls gawky noise scaring the marooned tattered
sailors about the lagoon.
Not once did you lift your eyes to peek at the sunshine
as it glimmered on the rolling waves that crashed on the sand.
So I made you look.
I peeled back your eye lids as if I peeled at a banana skin.
Though you quiver and shake with fear,
at least you look at the beauty
that has only begun.