Artesian Beach / Part 1

Impressions seared on skin,  
Like the sun's tattoo.  
That's how I know where my hands have been.  
That and the sweat, that rains down like dew.  
   
There's so much that clothes restricts.  
So let these few more buttons come undone.  
So much harm shadows can afflict.  
So now let there be none.  
   
Give your whole self, disrobed to me, & these blue skies.  
Let me peruse the length of you with each steady palm.  
The sun has been awakened, now I arise.  
Our bodies are crashing, but the seas have stated calm.  
   
The sands adhere to you, as if they know something more.  
The breeze reveals that which is even more profound.  
Like the sands, I go to the depths of you, that I might explore.  
And with every gust of wind, that much more, do your breasts astound.                            
   
I come over you, like that contrary wave.  
You respond to me in a voice that echoes into the sea.  
The burning sun has done it's work, & left it's red engrave.  
We too have labored fervent, as your artesian flowing, would agree.