Fond of You

[danny_]

Edit 1:
Fond of You
Evening warmth slips over your face as you turn toward the sun.
Out of all who walk the rocky shore you seem the calmest one.
I've never seen anything so gently touched by wind,
parting bangs not stuck with salt or still wet from your swim.
Nor such carefulness between gleaming lumps of stone
as your naked feet step through gliding cotton foam.

Your eyes almost return to the step you had in mind,
but hesitate a moment, then buoyantly rise to mine.
I've never felt such warmth as in your reassuring tone,
that you prefer my company to just being alone.
And how exhilarating to find that we had thought the same
in that we have both been wanting to say something for days.

^ending is boring. Fix later.

I'm sneaking back in here. Looks like the same good site it was last year. Sharing my first serious attempt at rhyming. I could never manage to rhyme without force and unnaturalness. But it seems if done right, the thing actually starts flowing and has a momentum that pulls the reader through. That's pretty special, but I'm not sure I will manage it. Thanks for any feedback.

A few questions I have:
Is anything unclear?
What is the measure of interest to you?

Original:
Fond of You
Evening warmth slips over your face
as you turn toward the sun.
Out of many on the rocky shore
you seem the calmest one.
I've never seen anything
so gently touched by wind,
parting bangs not stuck with salt
or still wet from your swim;
never such carefulness between
gleaming lumps of stone
as your naked feet step in line
through a gliding cotton foam.
Your eyes almost return
to the step you had in mind,
but hang in space for a moment before
buoyantly rising to mine.
I've never felt such fondness
as in seeing your half-wet figure
forget
about adventure.