music of sighs

the conversation of our skin
can be heard within the chaotic
mingling of sea and sky,
land and tide

we have such a brief time,
to live only for the whisper
of hands on curves,

lips open and hushed,
this music of sighs,
the art of touch

such a brief time
to lie as one beneath the sky,
protected in this cove

a brief time
to remember love
before we must
be heading home