Near The Sea

i find your likeness in flower beds

in fields of shooting stars along the coast

in coarse sand sticking to the places

the water has touched me

the softness of you is in your fingertips

feather down on the edges of me

the light is the best of you

the warmest of you

you possess sunlight

burning

masses of water molecules

into tangerine seafoam,

bubbling against the

plum mountain illusions

bruising the horizon