A Woman Alone by the Sea

Her ceramic glance chips at the towering sky 
Where the night air burns
Like ink poured into water,
Pulled taffy clouds, 
Somnolent perfume,
Tiny wounds of light.
Slowly, like shadow, she moves 
Among the ruins 
Where colors are born,
Inverted ocean floor, 
Handbag full of tears,
Jasmine scented dreams, 
Air-conditioned eyes. 
Her smile trembles like a charm, 
Sand sparkling like stars. 
Silver waves slide beneath her feet.
With every step she loses her way 
In that prismatic hour 
Where kisses are sorrows 
That linger for years.

--Mark F., Adult