I struggled equally to follow
the directions I printed from the web
and not to let you know that we’re lost
as you sit consenting in a makeshift blindfold
made from my summer scarf
waiting for your surprise,
even though it’s not really about the surprise
and it’s all for my selfish ends.
You carry on conversation
with no inquires to our destination
which is unlike you but
I think you know where we’re going
and I’m hoping that won’t spoil my plan.
I finally find the place and you ruin the surprise
when you roll down your window because
I can see the shore, it’s not far off, and I know
the ocean’s scent is riding the quiet breeze.
Luckily I catch the smile as you inhale.
When we reach the sand I let the cloth slip away
and after another deep breath of salty air
you tell me you knew all along
and I nod in acknowledgment
not telling you that it was all about
seeing fresh pleasure on your face
as the wind ruffles your hair
so I can try fervently to recreate it one day in oils
because I’m addicted to you
and mediums you insist I can get the hang of.
it could use a better title and some suggestions. this sort of poem is new to me. i never write such long things so i'm sure it could use help.