I sit
on my perch
high above
the ocean
and Waikiki
and stare
down
upon them
the ocean
is there
in the distance
blue
on sky blue
towers
of Waikiki
stand guard
like giants

At the bar
we sat
close enough
that arms
and legs
brushed against
each other
like brushes
to shoes
the brief
touch was
an electrocution
it sent shivers
through my body
like licking
a battery
his touch
even absent-mindedly
was surprising
passionate
friendly

It’s laughter
that brings
us together
like magnets
chocolate
eyes set in pecan
lids they smile
while we laugh
small like a
whippet
lithe like a
greyhound
his hairy legs
are wound
to spring
into action
atop
the comforter

The day
started with spots
of color
walking sidewalks
to the beach
surfers with
pretty white
boards
paddle against
the waves
riding them
like a seesaw
they bob and
bounce like buoys
or corks
the day
was a beach
where we played
in sand and built
castles

They stand
in front of me

at arm’s length
like candies
behind glass

out of reach
like the balloon
that floats
freely

so close
like a smile
or a nod or
a wink

just beyond
my grasp I

reach out
to them
to taste to touch