I have sketched your skin
Etched you, stretched you in
My arms in the air sprinting under the blazing sun, by the white house, the lighthouse
A white salted dress, a red ribbon, hair sprinkled with sun-scorch
A salty kiss for you; you etched waiting on the porch
Hair permanently ruffled, lighthouse permanently quaint
Seagull cries permanently muffled in the flight of oily paint
But I can still hear them shriek, through all of the years 
As I paint you in with the salt from my tears.