a view of the two slanting hills rising out of water 

is a witness in time of a naturalistic biome

now, when you’re ready, open up to me 

as water separates when it crashes into the boulders 

to love like this as it doesn’t just happen — it pours

down on everything we have because peace is patient 

and the sun waits on the other side

nature heals you the way a mother’s love overwhelms

the morning glory opens at dusk and closes at midday

at the clearing of two swords unearth

once we blended adventures across Andaman Sea

I look to you and all that is haloed

the eyes aged to the youngest one who traveled so far

to meet me here at one of the twelve royal cities

and the sun kisses your skin until it peaches to red 

there’ll come a soothing burn with aloe

soon to a soft layer then peels to a flaky texture

as you watch me — I’m watching you

lathering your shoulders, back of your neck 

across the chest and the lungs goes quiet

hollowed bodies as boulders surrounded by water

I am older but appear smaller

as a towering cliff, I hover to my swain

who only knows the tender hush of this pastoral story

croons to his fair last breaths

because we are not brothers — I’ll take care of you

I am not in love with your potential 

I’m in love with right now

and if promises are kept, I could lose my key to the doors 

forever unopened because I know how to stay

abandon the tears to dry on the sand

let the waves wash our brains of complication

and lend the memory of togetherness when we get home