|Beach Part I|
Waves slap the foamy shore and sand
freely gives way underfoot, while
ocean salts tease and pebbles slide
from beneath my weight, sinking me
deeper into the endless shoreline.
My pulse suddenly quickens
from your cool, gentle touch.
The trees dance wildly in the blurred
circle of my sweeping gaze
as I turn toward you.
Time stands still to the passing
of memories we've yet to share,
overlapping in the passageways
of thoughts consumed by your caress.
Eyes need not meet for souls to see.
Cyclonic breezes encircle us
as swirling strands of your hair
entangle around, embracing our gaze.
Winds compel us closer, and fabrics flirt
as our souls reach out and pull our bodies in.
Pounding hearts drown out the beating
of incorrigible waves and the touch
of the retreating wind and the taste
of the on-looking sky and the fragrance
of the ageless shore, and all that is left-
to see or hear
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