Sunrise on a balcony -- Daytona Beach dreams

The sun runs its
fingers on the
tips of the teal waves,

as if the very
elements were
lovers
trying to teach
us how to touch.

I’d sit you
in a chair,
on the
seventh-floor
balcony
and
forehead pressed
to yours,

block out the sun
and make the
very ocean stare,

in slack-jawed
jealously
as we create
new
shorelines
and
sunrises.