To Bliss

To Bliss  

I hear your tiny mewl of irritation

Soft as a kitten as we sit in the sand

Slake your appetite with my breast

My thoughts jumbled, tumbled

With the peach fuzz of yours

I lie you on soft faded flannel

Free you from your diaper

there you lie under the shade

of the flamboyant tree as the last

midday heat drops into the aquamarine sea

We tire curled together as surely as though

some celestial finger floated to point our way

To bliss