Skin Surfing (Poetry)

a water sport for sultry summer nights
when our wild, impulsive ocean
boils and drags us down,
then up again and down, rocking,
riding the blood-hot breakers,
judging passion’s run and swell
until we cry out, shrill as gulls
caught on a sudden thermal, lifted
high above the flooding rocks.

Then, quiet on the wet white shore,
we lie beached in each other’s thighs,
resting, tasting the salt rim on our lips,
touching tongues, sighing as sweat pools
and dries on cooling limbs.