Her Cartwheels in Charlie's Backyard

beautiful form,
the sun,
shining on collar bones,
the beach close,
but not close enough
for the time I have.

the beast 
chews up coconuts,
and we crack open 
the core,
drinking the liquid inside. 

I could 
watch her laugh
for a spell of forever,
and as we move
to the front yard 
to take photos,
we sneak hands
and kitchen kisses. 

we wonder 
if our friends know,
and while I assume
they have to know,
I don't care,
because eventually
we will have to yell it,
and my scream will be accompanied 
by gratitude.