“A little longer”

It was the peak of dusk.

The sky a perfect, gradient rainbow.

The May beach breeze was cold,

But your pedaled heart molded

A warm layer of peace. When

I asked to stay a little longer,

Your silence spoke of novels,

Ones we have written and ones

We will draft soon. Your hands

Sculpt endless bounds, but

I would give anything to feel

Those furnace hands in front

Of the ocean once again.