71% of Earth and 60% of our Body

We met under the most perfect circumstances
Falling under the spell of breakers that soaked our clothing
Breathing in air saturated with skeletons of discarded sea life
There were fishermen in Patagonia hats pulling sharks out of the ocean
And as we ducked and dived and the gulls tried to take our eyes
You told stories of when you walked the boardwalk barefooted
After one of the many dances where men vied for your adolescent love
I imagined your heels in your hands, dangling while you tiptoed
Avoiding the bolts and the danger of splintered wood
We spent our breathless minutes focused on the mist ahead
Debunking the taboos of society with flicks of our eyelashes
And while a crowd surrounded squawkingly around a net of dungeness crab
I realized I may have picked the most beautiful flower
And wondered when I became so damn lucky
I don’t quite know yet how and where you were grown
What soil produced the pedals that I lay my fingers upon now
And if possibly I should’ve just let you stay planted
But as I watch the neon ferris wheel turn in your eyes
I can’t help but think of what dress you’d choose
When you water the gardens on a Sunday morning
In our new place in the pocket of the countryside
Where instead of falling asleep to sirens and stray cats fighting
We would let cicadas and wildflower dust bring us to rest