On the fence

Bethany, DE 26’ | Cinestill 800 Color

Her Shoreline

Soft sway of warm breeze

Flowing around me, around her

Ocean and eyes gazing me

Only one wins my attention

The sand feels warm and gentle

Like her skin, when caressing mine

Navigating the end of the shore

Creating footprints that disappear

Disappearing to the sound of the ocean

Leaving that very moment there…

…in that serene

But her deep inhale is what I hear

Provoking my own intake of salted spores

Provoking my need to inhale her

Then and there I am taken away,

By those soft brown sunlit waves