Your hand
Trails down my spine
Smearing the beads of water
That made me look reptilian
Not that when I climbed
Out of the ocean and
Onto the jetty I wasn't akin
To Darwin's aquatic iguanas
But nonetheless
As you trace patterns to contrast
The tattoos on my back
You are smearing my
Sparkling scales, and
In spite of you ruining my
Glorious sunbathing iguana effect
I smile and turn
To face you
And you realize the look in my eye
Although primitive,
Is inviting…