Skimming

Skimming

You skimmed so many pebbles that day
scoured the sands for the perfect fit,
Threw them out to sea like old pennies.

Beneath the October sun I watched
the tower of you cinched at the waist
setting rain-smothered stones spinning like tops.

When you were done casting boyishness
on the swollen surface, we rested,
My head on your cinnamon shoulder.