First, A Spark

She traces mindless circles
in the sand
her head, on his thigh.

Notes rise
aimlessly from his guitar
casually drifting upward.

Every fifth wave
is the largest--
or is it the seventh, God's number?

She's lost count.
It doesn't matter--
 only this, in the heat of afternoon.

Breathe in, the sun awaits
with a spark
ready to burn pasts to ashes.

He stops
for a moment, guitar aside
and leans in for the kiss, he wants.

Light plays
off his golden hair
and sparkles on ocean crests.

He asks her a question,
she responds "Yes"
and something ignites their world.

She smiles, then another deep kiss
sends a cortege of new memories
billowing behind them.

The waves roll on,
the sun sends its heat
and all of Creation, expresses its approval.