Gordita’s altar, Galveston, TX; Photo by Oskar Sonnen

Past Midnight

We press our backs
On flat cement,
Cradled by black sky
Above, a shooting star flickers.
Behind us:
Gushing silver waves
As the half-moon sets,
Reflecting coastal lights.

Close to the shore is where
I want to be-
Salt sticking
To my hair,
And lacing my lips.