A salt water faery I shall be;
sea salted dew droplets pearl on my back,
oragami paper-thin transparent
wings whir away water-

I’ll kiss you on the nose
softly as sun on your shoulders,
no weight, just warmth-

And you shall taste of the sea;
buoyant summer day, cloudless,
save the sleepy few
lazily backstroking
in the blueness of the sky-

never getting quite close enough
to the sun
to converse of casting
any sort of shadow.