Inna

the black sea left none of its

tint in your eyes—theyre all

blue. cool and clear as

the playa del oro where we

met. ashy grey saands under

our feet and clinging volcanically

to the burnished bronze

of your flawless guatalajaran tan—

glistening with tiny flecks of gold.

i wanted to know you as

though ive always known you

and i guess i will forever

remember the way your

skin bristled up in the

cold water and the

silence wrapped in

an endless moment after i

told you you were beautiful.

and still are, i imagine

you will always be there—

lying on your belly or

examining the cowry shell

hempen homespun tourist

treasures offered by venders

as far as the eye can see

and waiting—waiting for me

to know you as though i

have always known you.