I'm

I am the full moon hiding in broad daylight, waiting for you to notice me.
I am the gentle breath, moist at the back of your neck while you rest in the warm sun, listening as the hopeful surf crashes hard on the sand.
I am the neglected young poet, brash, full of candor bitterness and wit, waiting to slice you open, to turn you inside out with my double edged tongue.
I am the scent of linens laundered in a new soap fresh and crisp from having dried in the salty early morning air.