Beach

The sky was a high octane blue,
as we lay on the beach that day,
you were a graceful question mark,
curled up in your skin beside me.

You held your hand up,
against the infinity of the sky,
latticed shadows dividing,
and framing your face.

Each hair on your hand,
was a blond explosion of light,
"do you think it goes on forever?"
(murmured in a sun tan trance)

In my drunken radiance,
I considered with an alcholics clarity,
our mutual misunderstanding,
of this great thermonuclear love.