We’ll sit and devour
the warm coffee while mesmerized.
Twisting up the hands of clocks.
I’ll listen closely
to the way your voice deepens
when you speak Spanish.
We’ll dance out of sync in the sand,
our own rendition of the Bachata.
Blushing like Bayahíbe roses.
You’ll watch my favorite rom coms
with me and learn to love them
because you love me.
We’ll embrace until
our lips are full, then continue on
just like the waves.
We’ll sleep and drink
in love, poring over our future.
Making time swoon and stop just for us.