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