And it’s because I love you
that I’ve gotta say: you talk way too much
when we’re sitting on the beach.
Sweetheart, we’re watching the sun set.
Don’t ruin it with stories and anecdotes
on how bad your day was.
I’m just trying to soak up the water
and your beauty; let me love you
You look so beautiful with the twilight
reflecting on your pupils: brown and alive.
But for the love of god, shut up.
It’s really hard to appreciate your worth
when you’re talking about your day job.
I know you see me here
sitting and holding your hand.
Have my lips moved? No.
My feet are buried in the sand;
my legs are being washed,
over and over again.
My shoulders burn and I’m sure
my back will peel tomorrow.
But I haven’t said a word.