CUL-DE-SAC

A copper sun throws a gleaming path on the sea

As she runs and smiles over her shoulder at me.

The heat drove us here. 

Wet sand cushions our steps. 

And the ocean brings a welcoming cool 

To the sweltering air and makes her hair

Cling to her face and her forehead. 

We float in the water when the daylight will fade

Then the surf throws me back to where wishes are made.

Where my heart finds a home while the waves turn to foam. 

I’ll taste the sea in her mouth. Feel the warmth of her breast. 

Dark night brings its cover. We’ll be lost in each other.

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