I lie here, still,
in the sand
and am washed over
by thoughts of your touch.
I feel the ocean move toward me
Hear it, longing to enter the depths of my heart,
I see your face in the salt of the sea.
You move close enough to tickle my feet
and tease me with an ebb and flow of your tide.
Consume me in waters,
my restless one,
my sea-struck song,
my uncrossed bridge.
I long to taste you on my lips
and be washed away
by the crashing sounds of your love
and my bliss.
When you look with the depths of your dark ocean eyes,
you’ll find me,
in the sand.
*Photo by Laura Farrell